O Dream, a painter you are, vivid and exquisite

Winged and unchained, you lead me into worlds of lightness and magnitude

But the soil I set my foot on, is the sole I can feel

And so you return me, dazzled and bewitched, each time to it

Cold and hard it has turned, unattended

Where is my Will?

Where is my Persistance?

In my Dreamland I am Strong and Unbending

Soaring the Skies, defeating Tyrants, facing the Sun

The soil hides roots that go deep into the earth

With toil thеy are kindled, unveiling fruit hiddеn within

Slowly I must tender them

Each fruit is also a Dream

Of texture harsh, of weight considerable

If opened, it reveals a world of its own

Unique and unimaginable

But, things of Matter are harsh for my hands

They bleed from the thorns of Struggle and Neccesity

Their painful embrace triggers rememberance

Of scornful past and accursed future

A burning ache in the chest, in the eyes

The grotesque dance of vermin under the skin

And the fog starts to set back in again

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I awake within the forest. It is unusually solemn and contemplative

Almost sensuous in its near silence of faint gust and rustling

A drifting presence is felt near the bounds of my senses

Through the silver pathways of the forest I hunt for it

I cannot reach but its mirage, which gracefully flees

A trail with blood on its side appears

It leads to a deer which had its throat cut open

Then to a woman, severed in the same manner

Not with terror, but in inexplicable awe I move on

The red path ends in a garden surrounded by shadows

An altar lies inside, besides it, a dark figure

It holds two severed heads, each one the source of a crimson river

It turns over to me

The memory brutally unveils the curtain of "I"

I look, eye to eye, to the concealed Truth of ages past

It commands me, pointing into the white stone

The urge to submit is abominable

I look away and run towards the Sun

In hope it is real and not part of a scenery that's falling apart

With every last ounce of strength, I throw myself towards the scorching heat

Defiant Fire of Judgement, for Now and Forever, measure my Spirit!