...Awake
a whisper on the cusp of a dream-
that cold breeze chilling the summer's day.
That which was left
Has returned with such force;
I am lead back to the life
Darkness had engulfed.
...Awake
the silent plea rolls in the air.
Tugging at the essence of my mind.
Images of all that I have ever been
Flourish and fade in an instant.
Slowly I open my eyes
To see the light bouncing
Off a million grains of sand
Slowly floating back to the surface of the land.
...Awake
My child...
To leave who you were behind,
And rejoin your brethren;
No longer 1 from 99.
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