Phantasmal realms are seen on high
as seeming ghosts that death defy,
galactical in cosmic ways
while visioned in a spectral haze,
unwilling still to bid goodbye.
‘Midst earthly days we live and die
immersed in pains and pleasures nigh
as inwardly we tend to praise
phantasmal realms.
Yet deep within some may descry
in lieu of insubstantial sky
or pageantry of mortal phase,
reality that life obeys,
an inner world beyond where lie
phantasmal realms.
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