Veins drawn back puzzling eyes for the screeches of drift marks.
Misplaced from it’s normality, imaginary?
pleasant and pretty….
See the lanterns!! 
they are so lit so fortunate that they gave up fear.
They will return,
to fight the dark. Again!
Down in the quadrangle, a pioneer,
A solid, high postured figure…
The glossy shadow of light, evening sun-bathed tiles, 
through a semi arched hole,
a light beam as of an alien ship,
came to take space from Earth.
Glacéd the light,
but still struggling to see through.
He woke up as blind to see to the hurdles to mind.

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