Drums of Heaven
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Bliss pulsates in our head ovoid,
love’s pristine essence, unalloyed,
looping form over front and back,
extinguishing feeling of lack,
as soma nectar feeds our soul,
borne of divine grace we extol,
felt within as magnetic heat,
suffusing us from head to feet.
07-September-2022
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