In the Arms of Reality
Ambiguous, isn't it?
Trying to stay here.
Grasping at the interlace.
Subconscious persecution,
melts into our souls, like liquid fire.
We still let it warm us,
as if it were a long, lost love.
Taste the heat.
Swallow the illusion, if it will help.
When you finish, try moving slowly.
Back to the beginning.
Remember feeling free, before the interlace?
Wrap your existence there.
Let the rest go.
There is no guarantee of a safe return,
but, there is also no danger,
in your own serenity.
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