Inside

There is crystal dreaming inside spider webs.
There is an unusual melody hidden below the surface
jingling from far away, the place near that one
where your mind rest sometimes.

They call themselves "the Inconceivables"
and they possess the last truth
beyond which everything´s easy.

The key of wisdom is written
in the tears of lost gods,
in the fear of madmen,
and the sand by the sea.

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