| Escaping the furious blaze a spark ignites the path.
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| The sleep haze fed hills grow taller and darker.
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| Unforgiving terrain slowly reaches the shelter.
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| As time passes and hunger starts eating away.
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| The stench is so profound, even the wolves ignore the bait.
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| As morning comes the haze is gone, the hills take the shape of plains.
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| Suddenly the arrow’s fired, the shelter breaks.
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| Another step takes him there, the heard swept under his feet.
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| Inhibition’s face, beyond dread’s reach.
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| A chapter untouched, left forgotten.
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| No matter the principals or from where they may derive.
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| This truth is not meant for you. |
| It was never for you to grasp.
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| The perception will cage you and drive you to fear
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| And your plague would merely sicken the cause.
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| Once the threshold is reached there’s no more.
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| This leaves meaning and the sense of all behind,
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| It is fueled by the one, the one linear line.
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| A power moving in a single rate, the force behind the arrow’s head.
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| Stepping off the ledge to receive the release of breath.
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| Willingly giving in he opens into revelation’s point.
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| Beyond the range of high mountains,
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| Where the one awaits
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| To carry him to the clear recurrent
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| Slide of mind’s infinity.
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| In one motion, emptied, stands a glass of salt.
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| Filled by the one, his uncertainty drawn dry.
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| The delivered written word is finally freed
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| Now covered with the blood of his heart.
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| Life detachment — Erase the curse of rational bonds,
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| Grand attachment — embrace eternal exhale. |