Numedian Traps

In a state of flux and these dimensions
As these corridors of pain, await impatiently
For us to come, and for us to see
What is it you have, how long will you last
Come! O old soul, this is where you reside
Your heart and its tales, along with me
Remember to carry it with you,
As you carried once the old lamps
Shades of comfort in shadows of pain
Walk slowly, here they await
Like fishermen’s net, entangled
In its spirit, in its formation
Walk towards me, I am what you seek
The old relation, of subtlety and poise
This fragile mind in its numedien traps
One more try, as the sun sets in…
From one place to another
Elongated existence, as I survive
From protruding existence and its spirit



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