| Translucent plains envisioned beyond the horizon,
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| I hear the flapping of wings,
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| The bestoking tranquillity of irredescent spectrum,
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| The birds circle around my presence,
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| Hinting at pale sightings of Kadmos,
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| All alone for dust ridden aeons,
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| Alienation Your inner method of nirvana,
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| There is no night, no day —
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| Kadmos Your preserved brotherhood,
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| The ivory Your only solace,
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| In flight we persevere into the lights of the ivory plains,
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| Structures from silence,
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| Petals in the stream,
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| Murk above the dark moor, |