She waits in whispers

Ever fading from fantasy

Her essence is captivating

Stealing me from free thought


She reminds me of autumn approaching

A shift in emotional states

She is the turning point

The moment life begins to shift


The cusp of dawn and day lies at her feet

Begging permission to be set free

Wishing to be the sparkle in her eyes

A supernova of division


Questions are now more important than answers

It is clear the glass is not full enough

Rainbows are no longer the bridge to Valhalla

Leading instead to her nirvana


Space is held in her hands

Poured into existence in careful handfuls

Then kicked into utter randomness

Sprinkled with mana

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