| Thus shone internal light, severe as the sun
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| Born from wombs of a deadened horizon
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| Within where worlds reside
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| Born galaxies
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| A universe inside every mind
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| Behold dead stars ignite, for death… there is none
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| Now gone, off to a different horizon
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| Deep inside every mind a universe resides
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| Where entire planets lie, inner stars ignite
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| This is a dream and yet it’s not
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| Within the astronomicon
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| Each seed is sown in everyone
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| To fall or to rise
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| Become dreams set in flight, forever transform
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| To most, change is a fearsome liaison
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| One universe outside and one within
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| Which sends the mind to flight?
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| Set souls alight?
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| Avoid inner insight and slowly become
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| A drone caught on the event horizon
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| The black holes open wide in the resistant mind
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| Devouring each sign of emerging light
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| This is a dream and yet it’s not
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| Within the astronomicon
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| Each seed is sown in everyone
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| To fall or to rise
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| And though we know new things will empower the old
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| All will be gone, each and every deed undone
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| And as we go, move towards the towers unknown
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| Seeds have been sown and within the dream has grown
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| Know that we own minds that could devour the sun
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| And what we’ve done will remain although it’s gone |