It's an omniverse, where no one follows, as you escape
Though the outside is turmoil, inside, it's the quiet place
Safe as a sanctuary, it's more than any whimsical vision
This autonomous domain, lies beyond divinity's derision
Hidden in a magical forest there's a way through a door
Enticing you through, into a meadow of crystalline hoar
Quagmires of mares may rouse, for monsters won't die
Utopian dreams though, will be your appendages to fly
It's the quiet place, of tranquillity, like the ocean's swell
Exclusive to you, even though your demons may dwell
They'll be there in your periphery, in a mire imprisoned
Proxies of mortality, lurking in murk, morbidly wizened
Left to fade from life, but the eldritch wights are eternal
As you search for an asylum, from an imaginary kernel
Come tonight you'll submerge in dreams of inner space
Eddying in your reveries, but for you, it's the quiet place
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