Transparency in a void of dreams
Setting sail across obsidian scenes,
Textile features everywhere
Upon the awakening become aware,
Or stay in the fog of delusion
Transcending is not an illusion,
I get list at times in muddled confusion,
Lost in the darkness on the night
While in the transparent void shines light,
It’s the reason for taking flight
Into the imagination of delight.
fauxcroft 
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