[?7hVisionary

Visions,
They come to me...
Shifting face,
Lights that never dim,
The orbs of steel...-

Magnificent breath over a dime,
Licking stamps,
Mail my dreams to the sun,
People walking in and out...
Telling me their tolls,
Blights upon their souls...
I tell them I'm sorry,
What else did they expect?-

With a ringing in my ears,
And blood creeping up my veins,
This I know...
I can see.
What visions we chased,
Have chased us down,
And now here we stand,
Shaking in the cold of the morning sun,
Through my eyes,
And out my life...
I have relearned perception-

Looking out of flowers,
I can hear their cries,
As the fires burn across the fields,
All the poppies and tulips are screaming-

But here we sit...
Waiting for someone to come in and rob us
Of ourself...
Visions through water,
I can see into myself,
The world is a pad of our visions,
And echos through our voice-

lit by: Mister E.
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