Futureal
Bathing in a rave of golden sunlight.
I found the door that lead to that skinly gowned
piece of my mind.
Of reason, of thirst, of intimacy.
A face, a mocking test of bested kind.
Life was jealous, of we.
It teased and it tempted.
The temperance of its temper
was insurrected, dialected by dumb rage.
It sought to analyze us, in a separate cage.
Eternity is a long time.
Without the illusion of age.
With the heart of a mage.
The spell has already been cast.
As we walk the stage.
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