A Folding of the Light

On that day or night I will lay myself down somewhere between the folding of the light. Gone will be all thoughts of metaphoric butterfly or phoenix, nor any luminous tunnel. I will not be better or worse than I am now. Just this, mind will commence to paint itself with a far finer brush.
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