In The Silence Of Sleep, Vishnus Veil Descends,

In the silence of sleep, Vishnu’s veil descends,

Drawing souls into realms where time suspends.

A dream unfolds, like Vaikunth in bloom,

Dimensions shifting in the heart of the gloom.

Maya spins illusions, vast and bright,

As worlds collide in the depth of night.

In this cosmic dance, where nothing’s as it seems,

Vishnu’s hand guides through endless dreams.

Vaikunth appears, a paradise untold,

Yet slips like sand as maya takes hold.

In Vishnu's sleep, truth and illusion blend—

Where one dream ends, another begins again.

It's occultober!!

Not my Asian-ness fucking my esoteric-ness.

I wish my love had’nt fueled out when i found you

That my eyes could still see the blue in grey of the ocean you are.

That the firsts were shared and lasts mattered.

When my heart had no dust and shined up till my eyes.

When life existed in my handwritten letters and with chocolate wrappers having meaning.

Maybe in another life I’d hold you without blood on my hands

And wear your shoes without sand on my feet

And maybe kiss you without a stone my mouth

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