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Freshly Woven

When you are left alone to slip into the seer,

cherish that moment. For the sky in us can

sometimes get caught up in flight.

You, freshly woven in transparency,

should remain still in the darkness like

sitting potential on a mountain.

The glimmer in your eyes tell a story

Of breakthroughs, casting shadows of

a beyond filled with nothing but

praise and delight.

You are one of us now, I can see.

You have turned toward the light.

But there is a catacomb with your

leftovers underneath your trembling legs,

where thought and identity still lurk.

So, come with us to the sky and bring

your heart only.

The timeless language is ready for resurrection.


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