October Sometime

Holy echo.
Black-white-
Mind silence.
Piercing darkness.
Frequency.
Frequently feeling
Euphorically vacant
This Hell Maze…
Mirror…mate.
Soul,
These things
We do not speak of.
The deep darkness…
Shrouds the misty eyed
Evenings and winds blow.
But love…
A spark….
From thy darkest of depths?
Unity, if all is one?
Faith…
I grasp hope.
Still…
Like a lost child
in an elevator….
Going up.
To my mind through my heart.
Soul….
Nestled deep inside,
Not even I,
Know what it is truly made of.

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