life indeed surreal at once to feel,
yet numb to follow,
a crusty honey scattered bare,
betraying to subdue,
sorrows put asunder,
and mind's eye lay denied
mirrors melted in the sun
as sand and grain by grain
thy bowl awaits the rain
a drooling wind of angel's
a spirit muse time's stagger can fulfill
breath begun anew
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