Cold terrain, nothing at rest
Dark reality, clearly blurred
Choices fly one after another
Unsettlers shoot by
Dark closes in
Hardly light
Just one
Nearing on its very face
Showed is the man
Showed is the woman
Showed is the creture of this earth
Reality comes
Scarcely
Hardly
Not enough for a single spirit to taste
Clouds close in overhead
Dark yet not stormy
Light yet not peaceful
The clouds close in over head nonchalantly
Adds the seen
Adds to dream
I dont know what im supposed to see
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