Blinded

I looked across the plane of white
And saw a face I knew.
Rekindled what I’d seen before and
in my heart I flew– back to that moment
years before, when youth and love
collided.
Where to has the time and yearning gone?
What has caused the soul to blind?

Wake up, oh, weary, lonesome traveler
From where you lay beneath–
Wake up and push the pulsing hammer
Of eternal, supernal, lasting states-
Fire the recollection chamber,
Fire the lasso round that star
Pull me close to that genius-
Ride through Emerson’s saddled wisdom
Bring him back from not so far.

Apocalypse awaits the mindless.
hurting man with just a quip
Unleash the token, Kracken kindness.
Spoil the dream before it gets too far.

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