The Prestige’s quiet whispers

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Beneath the weight of being known

I should dissolve to stone and sand.

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Accept this illusion of permanence,

it is the starting point.

 

In (re)turn,

what you see is only the contour

of a hidden fullness.

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As below

so above.

 

This distance between us

scattered like wind across stone.

Seek the path left by the fading light.

Nur was here

and has gone home to

the dark

where the love for Sophia

remains true.