At the edge of the kingdom

I had a wonderful dream last night.
I talked to astronauts about
warriors and zealots.
And they talked to me
about temples and shrines,
and all things in-between.
We all agreed, that everything
combines and re-combines.
Our flesh, the only
theme without variation.
As if by magic, the night ended.
And the sun appeared
for a shared morning.
Leaning towards the light.

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