Twilight

Tiny hand of pristine
Inner child gravitates
… Towards my source
Of internal flame, outside

Straddling corridors
Of eternity, perplexity
Dissipates like those mists
Swaddling and capping

Mountain peaks and valleys
In early mornings and twilight
Mesmerized, I involuntarily hand
Over the reins to spirit, molting mind

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