At calm I saw him
Stumble at the other end
Walls with scars from rampage
Smile with a decent bend
Deep down he went
Buried in the darkest valley
Where lights glitter
Not in celebration, nor in condolence
But enlighten the processional alley
Sheer transparency
Gave way to revelations
Gave way to realizations
And came the last line of the story
Tonight I see it all
A glimpse of that last page
Like a dream under a sunny day
Where they see me as they trample their way
At calm i see them
Smiling from the other end
Rising from the darkest valley
Enlightening the processional alley
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