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awake from my slumber
I bow to the glory of the day
only the light once tender
turned into blazing rays

awake from my slumber
I kneel to the secret of the night
all that the moon could offer
is a world torn asunder

awake from my slumber
I trace all the dreams I've had
too many words a prayer
fall short a doer

so long was my slumber
a century, nay! a million years
but never enough it seems
all the awaked slumbers...

Dream of the world

In a fall towards no end,
I swam upward in vain effort to prevent.
Words yet uttered, words of cry,
Fell even lower than this flesh of mine.

In midst of this fall, I wonder;
To what end beseem us all?
While we forfeit all but lust,
and submit to all but just.
While we recount the days to come,
and fathom the days bygone.
While in youth we strayed,
a quest to retrieve the missing tender years,
yet our quest paled into maturity,
as we paused and gaze.

In this fall towards which beseem us all,
Were we to content with vanity,
Reduce the fall by falling forever more.
Who is there on post to guide?
shedding lights upon blinding eyes.
Untempered, untouched,
Be there all the shafts in the world,
Uncompromised.

A fall upward hence I know