Into the Exeo-plane

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Into the Exeo-plane

Into the Exeo-plane

 

This journey marks an end to reality my friend, my foe

 Here we depart, never to realize the infamy you know

I escort you to this place of solitude and seclusion

So that I may have peace from your irrational delusion

 

The voyage grows darker from this point in time my friend, my foe

Ever apart, I attain the better, the worst I bestow

I concede to you that I once believed your misconceptions

Reality changed as I learned the ways of your deceptions

 

Into the Exeo-plane, I cast the stones of my spills

Within this abyss, a once bottomless pit fills

Just one more demon to push inside before I go insane

Just one more reason to seal the Exeo-plane

 

This passage is split and symbiotic my friend, my foe

From this new start, your influence lessens its grip on my soul

I won’t spot your path with light of reconciliation

The Exeo-plane awaits… I have made my decision

 

Into the Exeo-plane, amass the stones of my spills

Within this abyss, a once bottomless pit fills

Just one more demon to push inside before I go insane

Just one more reason to seal the Exeo-plane

 

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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