Before I went to bed the glow from the moon fill thine chamber.
Visions of the forgotten past shown through the surface
Nothing but peace and an air of calm swept into the vessels
Forged with the aid of spirit and delivered onto the wings of hope
Journey filled near fatigue
Enter into the cave to rest
Without knowing there dwells for me another test
Concentrated thought determines what is real
Forgotten but never lost
Transfixed on dependency
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