Feeling trapped in a soliloquy of silence, wanting to break
through it and find a place in it's historic legacy.
Letting self be led into narrow lanes and abstract trails,
often leading into canyons and labyrinths of another depth.
Collecting particles from edges of forests and interior
deserts, blending them together.
Entering new domains from within subconsciousness, filling
it totally with ethereal completeness.
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