Awakening to a place of void
I stand feeling queasy
Plunging to the still darkness
Killing the springs of death
Looking for a spirit so kindred
Then pass on silver linings
Reminisce the joy of the past
Gazing ahead with no regrets
I stop, feeling unsure
A face lingers behind the darkness
I ask what's ahead of me
He answers with virtuosity
"No reason for alarms,
A hand so special
Ushers you to a vicinity
You would especially love the most."
01/10/1999
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