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Somewhere between the spaces,
Beyond the mirrored gates.
Neither am I awake,
Nor in a dreaming state.
Beauty and fear, linger here and there,
A fragrant mist hanging in the air.
A haunted place, tales of nevermore,
The Avantgarden beyond the door.
Suspended in a vast and
Eternal moonlight night.
A whirlwind of fury,
Lightning up my skies.
Inside this solemn space,
I'm carving our a place.
For dream to dance and sing,
A place for everything that doesn't fit,
Or fold or bend into a mold.
A place where all desire can keep it's fire.
A glory to behold,
Too precious to be sold and
Fortune favors the bold.
So here I tend my garden of delights,
And watch my visions taking flight.
For these I'll fight,
Day and night,
To share my light.