Shedding the Skin

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Cracked crystal spectacles.
A single glimpse and they reach for the body.
Hallucination untold.
An image of death overcome.
Sacred journey begun.
Filtered out all but primal love.
Mass concentration of the minds.
Stability from lunacy above.
Master workers and weavers of dream.
To stand alone amidst the dream.
Lest bite thy tongue and die alone.
Make the dreamers dream.
In meager sounds,
which go unheard to prying ears, but secrets hold,
To those who hear.
"I have walked off this earth, but have returned.
Fear of flesh overcome, I return to flesh and bring all my love.
In your eye, I find all love.
In my strength, I find my vision.
My strength does not feed off your weakness.
And my vision is hand in hand with you."
Sacred journey put on hold from fear.
Losing fear and making sacred more,
and fluidity prime.
You have permission to slow down time.
There is no fear,
no chance to be undone.
I am myself when he and I are one.
Sober now move on.
To help Jon Tancersly raise the sun.
Yet delicately spawn a gentle time,
Cognoscente of current time.
Strong now, move on.