The moving finger writes
to the strange versions of
the newly written past.
Sailing to the stars, away
from the mists of the Earth
Like an ethereal phanthasma
awakening the seeded dreams-
A thirst to rule the conscience
and the appendages of life
seems to be the breathing motive.
Amidst the confusion arises
a caravan of stray thoughts
leading into unknown territories.
A want to explore the path
flames within this seeker
to the peak of an inferno.
I float into this temptation
reaching for the zenith
awaiting my turn...to fulfil my wish
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