disengagement of standard rule,
all those pages blurring turns
across the scatter of smoke filled time
temperment sublime,
afterlife, aftershock under skies
that watch and judge
a pristine smudge
of beautiful eyes painting passages,
we'll walk through them or stumble at the gate
discovering beautiful fate
will slide through oblivion
shining freedom to fly
In the sky,
where you get to be you
and me, I.
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