Silence, serene and lulling,
No-one can waken me here,
There is no scent and no sound,
I am left to look with eyes,
Endless, beige expanse of sand,
Over your dunes, I can view
For miles, the few clouds they paint
Crisp pictures on your mountainside,
Warmth, the cloud painting is glazed,
Baked in the same blazoned kiln
As me, this place, like the void,
Is death.
But there is a key difference.
Light, it is warmth, joy, and peace.
A fine place to close up the book.
~X~
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