On a ghostly platform I shudder,
at the inkling of spooky visions,
my weepy eyes sense a deeply held wish,
some hallucinating dream of a return,
of past alliances that had faded dimly,
in departure from an earth found toom,
death may strike a raw chilled fear,
but reprieve from clairvoyant shock,
that shadow blight whose secret cosmos,
one may be loath to reveal,
twilight cross, demon angst, fatal burden,
clandestine seepage a weak signal,
randomly picked up but only faintly,
despite the journeyed map stretch of peers,
fellow pilgrims whose novel ventures,
swung with bonhomous alignment prompting,
oral lavishness on surreal domes,
yet uncanny reticence a tangled web,
on foot of imagery intriguing,
whose symbolic merit an emulsified rue
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2024
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