Here now this morn
ah, what is there to say
our head ovoid is ignited
a million bliss nodes pulsate
toroidal heart is delighted
potent is pulsation of peace
yes, peace is what bliss beats become
we transcend the world of names and forms
melding with the magnetic hum
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