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This morning I hovered briefly betwixt darkness’ and light’s brief divide
with the magic of my dream world still dancing across my skin,
and the angels weaving their magic in my naked mind.
So I touched on them with remembrances
of a freedom the waking world frowns upon,
the gratifying rituals which you from me demand,
and I linger in this abyss of suspended animation,
for a time I am not of this earth.