Fractal

Cyanotype008

Awakening, a process in which the delight of mind is spoiled
In the spot of the coil deep, a woeful heart toils
Not a same way forth is found
The road is woven backwards in sound
Safe is the wary toward the ground molded
Once broken is the shed of self sacrifice cold
Move into the glimmer of a fractal soul



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