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Digital Cavern. by ~Synith
Vajrayana. When I was a little boy,Vajrayana. by ~Synith
dreams would come and talk to me.
Visions of heaven flew before my eyes,
they would jump as wings made of water would,
secretly holding a tiny universe in each tiny atom;
with magnolia starscapes sweetly singing of freedom
into my young ears.
"Hold on to this, boy. You're likely to forget."
I'd delight in being a young, perfect seed:
like taking the first bite of a summer peach,
I knew my soul would return to earth
once my life was made use of,
but just like some rotting peaches that die,
twisting their cores in writhing knots
and they fall off the tree– I knew I had choice.
Cheerful 
Sta.sh
