paviel
On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.
Soul Spilling
...and here is my soul spilling
spilling into a mass of churning bliss
blissfully falling hopes and dreams
dreams of vaporusly vivid pleasures
pleasures of the fifth kind of sense
senselessly crafted illusions
illusions of holding the ether
etheral being are you real
really! I don't know anymore
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