In dreams we walk
In awe of beautied silence.
Surrendering.
To veiled ıllusions of truth.
Puzzled logic manifests ıtself
And sophism reigns the ısolated mind
And confusion...
Is ınhaled upon our awakening.
Amidst the wanderings
Of spiritual darkness
Dwell obscured revelations
Of our history
And the secrets of tomorrow.
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