the sands of time stand fine in an glass
but stand apart in the waves of the sea....
dreams are simply the consciousness alone
ideas are emotion that can descend into thought
where only love and fear is its language
wait long
till the hates gone
fear not
the sheer rot
never question
introspection
understand
hand in hand
the avenue
we travel to
the longitude
of fortitude
the latitude
of attitude
each soul has drank with the atoms of a star
each essense singing with the cosmos
in which the children of light watch as it grows
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