Morpheus, again your eyes intertwined mine.
Behind this mythology, and ten thousand digital fireflies.
I do not possess the beauty of Teles, nor Aphrodite.
For I am just a mortal stepping on the fiery ground.
Your eloquence enlightes me in this tragic era.
Like the fire and the rain.
No wonder I have not purely exist in your mind.
For I have not set the fire to the surroundings.
But what would Athena do?
What will I do?
She would tear every blocking walls.
Light the universe with her words.
Paint the constellation with unimaginable spectrums.
Until you, Morpheus, the dream, set your piercing sight on her.
And then our eyes will be intertwined again.
Physically,
Mentally.
Fiensh '12
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