Clarity rings through the darkness of induced sleep.
The fog of yesterday clinging to the present day.
It has no hold, it has no sway, just a whiff of ancient smells.
See, hear, feel, know what has changed,
know what has always been.

Searching for that phantom portal,
a wormhole beyond a black hole’s horizon.
Change course to something better,
change course to something deeper.
Find crushed destiny in the midst of rubble,
in tendrils of chaos that never should have been.
Cannot argue with reality and win.
I must find the peace in the midst of what is now.


11th out of 12

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