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Whispering SpiritscapesBlack horses ride waveless skiesTraversed as shapeless voids Blackless night and voidless light Words and symbols yet unseen Unhallowed deeds left unredeemed We dream within a greater dream The masque of despondency Tethered to the rippling gaze From behind which peers A black luminescence Beckoning to thee Alluring, yet repelling Unnering, perpetually recurring Obscure presence in the outer abyss Wisdom's muse or man's conception The voice of dreaming dissolves in creation Cloaked in tattered gravecloth I navigate the whispering spiritscapes "My child, you are receiving the primal matter, Understand the blindness and the dejection of your first condition" I long not for life I long not for death |