Same self, long noises
Tide the emotions in foreign notions
Ride the quotients of cantankerous potions.
Every role you seek is your role
But every soul you meet is your soul
Every cold you feel corrodes
The warmth in summer days is Gods love, as light, upon his abode.
The touch of your lover is really your own.
The voices you hear ring from universal bones.
Is only you.
This is the galaxy's truth.
In front is the gift of life.
With all it's beauty and strife.
Treble and bass,
Conscience and taste,
Each person, a divine orgasm, god's knife.
Open the gift
Breath the rift,
Know the difference between God and his beloved.
Knowledge of whose voice is not the summit.
Nothing, forever is.
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