As the Broken Form Out of Pieces
The treasure we elude
'tis locked--it is buried
Dormant, o', tower
Riddance from shackling desire,
In this siege of waking, prevailing;
As truer intentions they could slander
Dualities' consonance,
Mustered,
Past sights of treacherous oceans--
A path opens
One's guide to the cosmos
And its pathway through fires
Is one but to shed
Cindering feelings of righteousness
Out of ashes thrusting 'lighter'
Pheonix's arising,
Cleanse all thundered brethren,
Reminiscent of heaven's lightning...
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