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It seems the gate opens
Somewhere upon the journey we meet our beginning and our end on shores that seem ever to flow between those sparks we know Holds us for a moments glimpse and seizes within a space of a second The soul complete and pure. A hum fills the space never ending in its intensity but consuming in its want we dive deep into the pools where matter and thought thrive bares itself outward projects there within every small piece of puzzle delight of eye that transfixes us from here to eternity transforms the hope, view and faith that makes whole the conversation between the self and the questioned sigh That fools in their folly are the masters of why. This seed within rich, full and so expecting opens the buds that here fills flows out upon the dried aftermath where scorched the bones plead the rejuvenating intelligence of the ages that to life will bleed and pour out for right or wrong The wisdom of man. Alisdaire O'Caoimph
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