canyons
deeply felt
ingrained in our perception of truth
lost caverns of regret
of youth
lost to the twilight
cradles of loss
bittersweet regrets
worn out hearts
beget
deeper realities
doors as vast as the elemental drum
elegant drops
in the ocean of being
place us in time
made
within the fabric of our mind
whilst the breath remains true
breathing liberates the flow
of the cosmos unto us
falling away of the debris
bewildered and afraid
we roam
out on the plains of our own being
faith glimmers in the starless sky
as we prepare
to fold the dream into now
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