A Story Yet to Unfold

A Story Yet to Unfold

An array of strange encounters
Will color my mind
On this midnight voyage

They’ll breach the white walls
Of this cranial prison
With a battering horde
Of unseen joys
Of unseen frights

I hope to return
Upright and alight
Unafraid of days lost
Or of the mourning to come

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