all you touch tonight may be a mystery by morning or a revelation in the science of imagination before you wake from this dream flight into the soul of madness
swirling patterns of radiant transformations explode into the empty spaces between pulsating shivers of silence
…and still i dream of touching the impossible
…oh to taste the lips on the smile of disaster
…to have that flavor haunt my world
…to feel it infiltrate the corners of my sanity
all you touch tonight may be shadows of proclamations i made before the heart of a love that was never conceived
i am orderly sorrow in the chaos of joy
and i am alive in the fear of uncertainty
all you may touch tonight
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