In a field of opiate crystals
where dreams and fog do sleep
upon the brow of the sleeping mystic
where memories are buried deep
as a piano plays under phantom fingers
the soul mate ghost within her lingers
along the fringes of a misty dawn
where the sunlight threatens to carry on
where every moment is eternity
where time and breath cease to be
under the soft roots of me
in the Opening of the Way...
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