Archaeus Six

Quickened by wonder, my mind asunder,
The empyrean speaks to me.
Alas the frightful, yet, calming insightful,
A disposition, free from apathy.
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Move along, with the descending silver grey.
Winding round, with the softest sound.
You can barely see, the colorless branches,
The longing silhouettes,
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She spills through, with light and with stone. 
Locking down - all within the empty scale. 
Remembering what we scatter,
Impervious to the drumming; the driving willful chord.
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I'll slide into place the stones by the shore.
Cut with precision in decision,
Against the crests,
Against their roar.
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We ask, what sanctions this,
With the sun over waters,
Rewriting dictates from fortune's mirror,
After the healing, after the storm.
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Taken in hand,
And moulded to form,
A winter's scene still and heavy,
A journey wild,
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This wistful is cold within the sunless rain,
Unlike you dear Phoenix, who arose from pain.

Warm from the ashes, now sovereign with desire,
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Why, in our weakest and loneliest hour,
With the hands of the clock; No audience,
Does the path seem so clear through a blur of tears?
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Take my hand,
You beautiful and crippled one.
Caught within this emotional starlight,
Betwixt the peaceful heavens above,
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So this, is the elusive.
The cause, the goal.
It always is,
Drawing all, to itself.
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Bliss we are in your arrival,
Rivers of Venus; ensure our survival.

Parched shores of this destitute land,
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I am still, now,
Admits my endless turning.
There is no fear.
There is no end.
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Have you ever been surrounded, by the sweetest of lights?
Not of the visible, and magnificent splendor,
Rather a touch of grace, while blind, to the most beatific of sights,
Oh how it vivifies the hopeful, I wish to engender.
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Lead us away from the centrifuge of soul,
Allow us to drift,
Through the tomb of decision,
In acceptance of the unachievable goal.
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Laying in the sands of such salient need,
We let slip the oceanic,
A want to fortune,
So we bleed.
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Although I cannot see your face,
Or speak the name to calm this storm,
By this desolate reflection, now,
You exist,
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