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Beyond the Black


Beyond the black is dream alone.

Its varied shapes are seldom known.

It shifts to match the searching eye

Afore such sight can start to scry.

No lucid truth is left behind

Within the reach of waking mind

No revelation waits the light.

Before the morn, it's taken flight

On darkling wings that melt away

By the shine of breaking day.

Brief moments see their trails disperse

Like fading notes of vanished verse.

Where dawn would reach, they cannot hold.

Bold by night, their banners fold.

No reason forms the brief retreat.

Never shall the conscious meet

The vast advance and worthy rack

Of lore that's lost beyond the black.

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