Aethnen

Tag: madness

  • A Song of Life

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    by

    Connagh Wrangle
    in ,

    Softly spoken-The great tale is told.Not with word nor whisper,But song-music of the soul. Lone rhythm, one of many-Self only known within,Awakens; this strange singularity,The great melody begins. Mind like a loose leaf (floating),Time but a gentle breeze,Reality a loose weave (tapestry unwinding),Existing only as it seems. As I’m sleeping- (dreaming),This strange delusion;Each to their…