Quintessential senses sent my essence out to seek

A subtle peek into existence.

I must travel. I must learn.

I'm yearning for a figment

Life's dull gavel denies,

Though I've wandered

Though I've sought

Though I've cracked the steel I've wrought

I feel as though I'm lacking...

Incomplete.

I tried to speak to the sun

But was burned, spiteful fun,

Frantic I retreat into the night.

Dark...

Clouds...

Willow...

Moon...

Soon the solace seeds.

I whisper, Nox hear my needs

My flight is one of moral desperation.

My dreams do chide me,

Hide me in your ebon cloak,

Teach me in your dark embrace

To break the mirrors,

Part the smoke -

I cannot seem to find another way...

Today I look

To wide horizons,

Eyes on any eyes.

Will I find the scene

My senses seek?

That's not the stigma...

Am I willing to gaze upon it if I do?

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