Death of silence in the nighttime of an eternal epiphany,
shining into the stairway of starlight on the way through
outer space.
Taking steps necessary to become a part of this inner world
without failing, turning it upside down and inside out.
A particular aspect of finer things being expected from
exterior parts of tomorrow's rising of silence from it's
simple death.
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