New Clear Future

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Stones from space fall in grace to melt my face, self erased for the eclipse.

Still willful, shown through seas of tendril mind candy, sharp but sweet crystal

a surreal landscape of preternatural ether either neither ever flips

Or we see each time what we figure could be the one only to know one is all

Though zero through spirals are but a serial encirclement of ever-present light

Blinded by itself, the glow within the no since the defiance of the fall

The snow, a temporary desert made from the stuff of miracles despite

Life mechanized by an ingenuity engine of deceptive ego

unreceptive to the medicine of mind that can only arrive

when suddenly know shows itself from the forgotten ocean of dark below

death bleeds life, love escapes all forms of being clay fired alive.

the immortal harshness of love, stubbornly determined to reunite the singularity

every nameless day is a finish and a start, a circle of ending beginnings

Chasing itself around the eternal heart pulse of lemniscate infinity

vulnerable to the truth, working serpentine's, snake energy slithering,

floating through the other perspective of deja vu, twice thrice levels.

Realms of healing await, heaven and hell an ambiguous shell of fate

Neither is right but both are true, the cause of either beings reveal to

learn from the fight, heed the heathen deviants hidden by global night.

New clear can replace nuclear, heal the earth it's not too late

While we divide and race, we are creating circumstance to finally relate

Love will triumph, destiny made, warfare slayed, terror never of mogul fright

The sight is ours, blurred are those herded by matter, climb the ladder,

climb the ladder, crystalline pillar twisted fractal palace patterns

One from many, funny fools following fabled hexagonal lanterns

The stone within, elixir too, gold from lead transmutation

making mind bread from cerebral sacrament spilling mental cantors

Alien talisman balances the power of the animal akin relation

Purpose is service in the story where we learn by redemption

A.D. IV

Merry Holy daze

feel the light

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