Time to understand this notion,
this temporary madness instilled within my own,
still a whisper, barely evident in the eve of this
shadow who is listening and taking into account.
There is nothing in this space, but the small footfalls,
unholy thoughts no longer allowed to enter,
come to collect some buried mystery
Enter and leave at your leisure,
but disrupt and take only what you may account for;
many varied verse will take and entrance
to let the dreams enjoy brief respite
for the realist tomorrow they face,
and fall not for the many faces that it shows,
it is only one who masquerades as two or three,
but is only one.