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Wind blows through tall poplar tree
Mind contemplates time in all its beauty
Man knows he will not live for eternity
But his soul that that very mind reflects end of time will see

Consciousness is first spring
But of second you will never hear nightingale sing
You will not smell it in most breath taking day of spring
You will not feel it in anything

Would it be part of a mind?
 And what this mind
That those higher levels of consciousness would find
Could do for man kind

If magnified cells in spirit would be just flesh
Without consciousness at their mesh 
What would be mind responsible for controlling that flesh?
Not base consciousness limited by the flesh

But the highest last one spawned by abstract definition of the mind
Leaving all the physical concepts behind
Yet in physical, real form would be that mind
But not linked to any limit but to abyss would be that mind

As consciousness's higher forms create vector ever-growing towards the last
Anything not upon that vector its mesmerizing shadow upon creation will cast
All included it be must
So divine and absolute is consciousness level that is last

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