Press against the darkness
With blinded fingers
And damaged heart
Look deeper into the heart of desire
Than any reflection can see
Mirror back a double-meaning
Unknown shores
Distant white hills
Green seas
Blue mountains
A beautiful power that resonates inside our souls
Like drums in the ocean
A hear-beat through our palms
Reverberating to our knees
Question the existence of life
As more than a refuse of mistakes
Refuge of lost souls
Who wander only to find their place
But grow more lost than before
White petals pearled with blood
Morning dew for some cosmological mind
Tears a trickling stream that sings the lament of the lost
Concave universe that's barely full
I'm watching the decline of my old self
Stunted by the constant presence of me
Like looking at the sun
And all I can see is stars
Looking at shadows
When all I can really see is the light
When you look at a crystal
You can't help but see many sides
Many sides to the same coin
I lose myself trying to find You
Sometimes this bubble seems so small
The one that I peer out of
Such a fragile, brittle wall
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