…inception


into walls of crimson aural shimmers

gliding soon, when, where how

amidst glowering few yews

yearling Well in thy Moon.

Yell, scream, pound. Pound.

Upsurging streams of mellow feathers,

Fluttering in the amber Well,

Pounding, penetrating, uplifting

Flutter, flutter; flutter…

Gleaming and streaming,

Flow, and flight. White blurs ambient bliss,

Bliss becomes pain; Pain surges upon bliss,

Seething, and burning.

Heal and Whole, between the flicker of inception.

Ceptor and Seek. Seek. Seek.

…incept and furrow onwarD.

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