Off I go
Into that wild white shroud of wonders
To be totally engulfed
Set ablaze, with constellations

Off I must go
To convene with my former self
With the idle son, set free
From the tragedy we dream

Off I go
Into that frame of mind
Into a heavenly haze
That drowns out the ills of the world

To that unclaimed nest in the stars
Where I will feast on the silence
‘Till I’m full and I yearn to go home

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