Two worlds converge through the format of space
This sacred dance is seen by the angels
Seated in wondrous absolution
Seeing the creator as sustainor
Sweet spirits billions miles backwards
Know this benediction by and through rupturing currents
A holy daydream
Asking, what casts truth unto waves, this love proclaimed
Let us all sheer our pencils to lead, fearlessly usher our procession ahead
And know this is all ever existing.
I answer it's undying urge and say back to you
All in good time, good time within itself.
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