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This coarse sandstone burning my retinas is clarity amidst The fear. It tells me I’m still crushed into reality. There’s a knowledge of peace about the sensation. Knowing The form slowly defaced before my eyes. My experience isn’t a dream, grounded through The light. We’ll always suffer on, no deity or cosmic horror can erode The resentment. What feeds human ity to carry another burden through The form.
The Lambent 