Rain of past love,
Past deep emotions,
Emotions that soothed the dust off the soul,
Emotions that created memory...memories
Fading memories, blurry memories
She had...powerful brown eyes
All that this mind can grasp,
'Powerful brown eyes'
Then the blade of red...

I awake, drenched with heaven's water
Look around, surrounded by blue oak-trees,
The trees hover in the air and stare at me
I walk through the wet, mud, wet, toes
Wet corpse motions through fixed tree gazes
Sky; eerie dark blue
State of mind; troubled dark grey
Castle appears under succulent orange sun,
It's long majestic form oozes un-rivalled beauty,
Commanding sight that freezes these bones
The eyes of orange sun magnify it's unique visage

Dry corpse walks along road of fresh green tomatoes
I reach its edge and peer down at eternity
Castle beckons me to attempt leap of impossibility
I steady myself, and the corpse rises
I rise from gravity's guidance,
I rise
I rise from reality's shackles,
I rise

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