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I've walked among its grounds and
slept within its bed,
Moving slowly through the fog like
a space atmosphere.
I stumbble, grasping for balance, but there
is no balance among that which has no substance,
As I struggle to stand, my eyes fall heavy upon
figures without form, mindless bodies,
emptied of their souls,
I watched in awe, for they were straining to reach
something, the agony of the struggles settled
heavy upon them.
I walked towards the direction in which their hands reached,
Perched upon a block of stone, sat a golden
bowl of glass, satin white smoke emerging from
its tube,
Upon its top a pearl of uique beauty and worth,
But embraced around this pearl, lifeless souls
who had reached and finally touched
this precious jewel.
And in payment for this touch, such more was
taken than just their souls.
