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Awaiting in a secret chamber
Where time and space are mortal
Open the surreal prospect
To sacrifice the awareness and senses

They will follow these distant forerunners
Who advocate the only tangible notion
Their motility burns off the layers
As they take us away from here

Torn from the vital fabric
Our identities given to the ether
No trail left to revise our steps
In a world that does not exist

The cry of birds pierce the cynical air
Claiming spirits of those loved and those lost
Their presence is forlorn and ominous
As our vitality is accepted and gone as vapor

I can vaguely recall your actions
And the words you used to articulate
A descendant from a timeless void
Uproot rubble to unearth us and we resurface

I can trace your name in the air we embrace
As we tread fragile steps through constellations
Paint all my thoughts and revelations onto the canvas of the sky
But I cannot see your face

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