On the banks of the river Lethe
Those who mix Orpheus with Hades
Think death and dream the same
They know nothing
Sleep is life
It is the qbility yo tpuch the beyond
Witness our truth to infinity
Every aingle day
You hear the whispers
You hear the madness
And think you see patterns
In Chaos
Maybe you do
But Why Is always the hardest question to ask
And often
The last to be answered
Your monds eye
Has gonr down a very dark doorway poppet
There are things beyond your horror and your ken
But not all would burn the light of trith
Eternal as Thoth in thy inner eye
Enjoy the Dark of the Moon
And the bliss of the lies you tell yourself
Until you are ready
If you are ever ready
And if not
Sleep well little child
And dream
Dream peacefully in the blue of the night.
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