the embrace of the night carries me
to a place where i can roam freely
among the play of electric energy
untouched by what i seem to be
enter the blinding light of the day
where freedom feels as if it's slipping away
into the binding of babylon
a dark night blinding the shining of the dawn
the lines drawn
all lead to a vortex
maelstrom of forms
in the neocortex
across an abyss
between that and this
we find without relationship
of something to nothing
we would have neither
just a ghost hidden
within the æther
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