The music of my verse is being born
Inspired by the nonsense of existence
Confronting the perpetual persistence
Of morbid commonnes that
Leaves me torn
The tune will be emerging into void
Appealing to the light of the creation,
Angelic unsubstantial vibration,
With wings across the universe deployed
Then, squirming into seed,
It will conceive
The new and wondrous realm
Of bliss and glory
Bereft of sharp anxiety and worry
Imbued with Love that never will deceive
The spell of light
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