Abstract Ideas

January 21, 2008
By Aiden Frasur, The Light Of The Sacred Flame, IL

Abstract ideas flow in that darkest moment of night

They display the depths of our abyssal minds; the phantom of the lingering past

When the ominous future is upon us, our flaws will not be mended

In that darkest moment of night, I sat upon that graceful knoll, the enigmatic sky contemplated the world with me

A final sense of worth, a fleeting sense of judgment, the remainder of the memory; the beauty of the curse

It gives us wings
The reassurance of knowledge, the reality of our being; seeking the whole of our souls

Find the light that is above the shadow

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