The River of Reverie

Hold yourself close, and don’t let go;

sink your fingers deep into flesh, into bone;

tear away the veil of reality; the caged throne -

don’t be afraid of the pain - let it flow.

Hold yourself close, and don’t let go;

follow the trail of blood, of sinew, of home -

stick close to the path, don’t stray or roam;

don’t turn away from the river of reverie - the reminiscent glow.

Hold yourself close, and don’t let go;

dive into the sea of memory; so vast, so volatile -

push through the cacophony - all that is inutile,

resist the pull of the moon; the harbinger of woe.

Hold yourself close, and don’t let go;

sink to the bottom of the eventide,

prepare for the penultimate task - the regicide;

make sure to land the final blow.

Hold yourself close, and don’t let go;

you’re almost there, the center of all that is you:

the glacial perfection, the reflection in the deep blue -

the one place that only you can know.

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