Chasms drop in slumbering sleep,
to closed alcoves of the mind.
You long to bury yourself away from what is,
inside a safe place that walks towards stillness.
Doing this disrupts progress - do not bow your head,
jump into the split membrane of scattered thought,
rise to what you know of as impermanent strands of time,
grasp the dr'lan'druel - in your hands - and
meet what it is your turned away from many a year ago.
The thing that meets the crystalized dreams
that envelopes the very thing that permeates
this Earth into a breathing sphere of life.
You are the one that can channel the driving force,
yet you do nothing - only to save your love.
Love lost is love gained - for only in sacrifice
and on the brink of faded glory do we come to
the conclusion that what we are is a world beyond
what we allowed ourselves to be.
Fear chokes you yet -
relinquish that, and you are there.
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