Lonesome and pure at last; among what is true.
Somewhere disconnected from the world, far away.
A place in which my true self is within my grasp,
So close I can feel it reentering me.
Far from the overwhelming, the crushing, the dreadful—
That which smothers idealism.
Planes that go beyond, merging into the sky;
A sight to be seen, but sought by only a …
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