Soul of transition


Facet's circle
A day like days and
days like a day.
Comatose before,after life.
Numbed,breathless endurance,
customize souls drift to the stars,
beyond, to exist in form.
They re here now,we re not alone.
Yet,lonely souls teleport to the
polar region to be with other aliens.

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