nothing is new to the creator
how intangible is the matter we're made of
flash from the palm a victory message home
constant beams so real i always feel them center my center
never forcing me to live in the past
a beckoning onward to build the future how we will
in harmony brilliant light shines within our being
human ears are deaf to the circadian pulsations
that guide us to a beautiful rest
more real than all of our sorrows combined
i know i'll always feel this and more forever
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