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Lyra, I Barely Know Ye

They are not here just
as we are aliens on this
distant hostile world

i had been praying to energies for years
before unquestionable yet personal proof
crashed like a craft into my Hermetical dune

and once you see the levers, the lit nodes,
the stains on the curtain behind which your world
had existed as a basic formation melts vitrified

but to release the igneous rocks they tried so hard
to turn us into, is to bathe in the magma
that once would have melted solid Earth

because we are not from here

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keith jeffries

Wed 19th Feb 2020 20:07

An interesting answer. Thanks Keith

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kealan coady

Wed 19th Feb 2020 12:51

Thanks my fren.

Most of my writings are transmissions so despite my original intent I often find the muse/Spirit/archon commandeer and/or guide how it turns out

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keith jeffries

Wed 19th Feb 2020 12:00

Kealan,

It was only when I reached the last line that I got it. It needs a few reads but you have achieved another work of art.

Thanks for this
Keith

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