I seek
a quiet place
amidst a span of days,
cast across still waters,
a space
safe from ghosts
clamouring for my return,
safe from angels
enticing me onward.
safe from hungry creatures
circling in the dark,
a sanctuary
for the Soul's
unbounded
journey
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