Walking backwards in the mirror to see the future, expression of self in the now.
Scrying blue skies casted by demon shadows, evoking spiritual aspirations sipping angelic elixirs praised the self as God.
The sun dial stands still under the dark moon loomed in blankets of Stardust...eyes open wandering beyond the two pillars...
Inner courts of the temple housing lexicons of time. Centuries pass while consciousness remains uninhabited gazing into the flames.
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