I walk the halls of sleep
through the burning.
All are traded there,
the flesh, and the soul joins
at the same utopia.
It does not matter
man is loneliness
in ruins. Yet, inside
is power, it is at rest,
and sleep, mellowed with age.
September viper chest
to inject the poison of longing.
It is already around the corner
lurks in silence.
Where is our common
paradise, where is
port, and the road to your dreams?
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