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Of a place

Of a time

All roads lead

To your eyes

I was caught in a spell

The seamlessness of your magic

Draped your head with flowers

At the onset of dusk

Nothing will be the same

The year comes around again

Empyrean

Empyrean

You run the water towel-less

And governed all constellations

Fluid gestures, weak knees

Begin the communion

I was entranced on sight

The endlessness of your vessel

Ascend to higher planes

I am going home

Of a place

Of a time

All roads lead

To you eyes

And night falls

An ode to the lowly

When I meditate

Such silence ignites the void

When we oscillate

In worship of decline

Empyrean

Empyrean

Empyrean