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Mask of Fire

it is a vast ocean this creation of depth, this, complex sentence, never ends


visions mask in visions past reflections passed, and the ocean drift


songs that sing themselves were never written by mortal hand, nor dost


the wind ever stop, questioning is but a lesser evil in the mind of God


finding ways to navigate wherefore art thou reason, what it is to observe


all things smashing, all things glow, all things tumble, and all things move


in ways so vastly misunderstood, we walk the pathway only nails have made


no longer shall thee foot, no longer shall thee slip, what question, what dove


what longer punishment devised, none more sacred than the sorting hat


now none more sacred than vows, the oath of a slain man slaughter self to


consume is to love, it burns, it does, this way of being, this being of self so


undiscovered, what more can be left within, what more than reflection, memory


don't forget, no, not again, forget thyself old man, forget thyself, wicked fiend


it is an illusive thing to be a mystery, and the golden hand cuts the left hand's


palm frond, at the foot, the mouth, and at the tail, the beginning again, less


without intention, without knowingness, without understanding, I needeth


nought more than a living place to be, alone with friends, alone with beauty,


problems are solutions to a mind illusive in spinning against the grain of morn,


I write to lose this feeling and I write to make more sense of, what it is I am


what is it that you are doing here, my friend, what is it that thee see in the mirror


a moments bliss in visions vast ocean, than break to drift again in drone's hum


which mirror it twas, which glance, what dost thou eyes sea, what is it that thee


are doing here Beast, wherefore art thou beauty, I see nought behind the mask


I see nought, nor do I believe, nor do I question anymore the mirage creating


seams that split evermore, stitch themselves to binding words, words, unknown I


tear out again thy wicked heart, tear it out again just to feast, ever growing, ever


so I see the mask in the sky with glowing eyes become all encompassing to me


slowly, the vine inlaid masterpiece of craftsmanship, hiding behind a the leaves


I, so reality breathes, I, so dost anything meant to manipulate the visions fresh


tree, and when I saw it I knew then enlightenment, I knew then, my friend, I knew


If I could only go back and know exactly what it is I wrote beneath, basking in the


gold of former years epiphany, built up to fall in winter time, the one tree still


standing as summer's sun does ignite revelry, a long trail it twas, immensities


weight, weigh the block of ice we shall play, and create mosaic symphonies


carrying the offering through & through, every step an ice laid pond, every step


another season, breathing in the lotus perfume, leading onwards, onwards


everso, vastly the forest laid, a million more miles to the temple, vast it was to be


with thee, old friend, both of us perched upon our stone, before the cave caved


before the demons took hold, and lifted us swiftly away, the mind made up long twas


the first step was taken, we are here today, we had said, we are here, and we shall


go, through the forest of death amidst the fallen snow, white lay the scene, white


in the golden glow, I coudnt have ever created a more beautiful lay, I couldnt have


thought twice about the slippery slope, and somewhere hidden in the death throws


the golden tree still stands, yet to find it again would take a walk through hell and


the hand of the finest arm, the arm of the freshest man, I will never know what it is


no, I may never know again the pleasures of the intellect, to spring more dream like


an existence, every day, every hour of each minute, revelations of beauty unbound


the depth of the ocean is merely what contains it so a thinking mind says, aghast


contain the ocean, thinking man, and find thyself no more than sand, the hourglass


lifted, and beneath it lies again, the sigil of all the ages, of every age of every man


accomplishment is for the accursed and wicked weighing hand of fate, for what


and what for, more of the same, evermore of the same, where unto all the grain


hast arrived, and once more has does it fall, and what each breath of heart sings


hardly heard of, secret silences could not unveil thee, tune off, nod, ding, and


what more does thou heart, seems I remove myself from the mask to tear myself


up and find new pathways, new dances, new, I say, to the old, laugh the mask does


fast, the way on out past the break, just to find thyself looking into my eyes someday


I wouldnt believe thee, I wouldnt understand the words music, realization of a dream


dream realization, do not task me a more bitter fiend than wicked, do not take me


a fool, do not look into my eyes and tell me anything that is not true, the dream


too real, all too real the visions of life, flowing stream, when it is over it all goes too


quickly, and when it was there, I could feel it disappearing as we speak, never, never


land it does, never allow thyself to go, I couldn't take the disappointed glare, can't I


not see thyself, can I not stare into the fire and somewhere deep within, the flame


of true love was carried through the darknesses of minds deepest throws, and for


three nights the yellow candle burned, until the fire was, and unto the smoke.


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