Opiate fluttering of chords the portals of time dissolve
Emergent oracles of love the lord of beauty assigned,
Emergent oracles of love the lord of beauty assigned,
Crystal shards of broken-hearted possessions
Shattering illusions on the cold front of crags.
Alabaster city of oolite shells the dawn imparts
Frozen relics atop the flanks of Mount Asgard,
Ardent castle of nature awaiting our deliverance
From the frostbitten reaches of ignorance.
Together we rise to the landless sky beyond
Icicle spires that breach the Arctic tundra
Yearning for the sun, a forbidden clarity,
A radiant fixture to melt the frigidity of silence.
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