Here now this morn
higher heart and jugular notch
with third eye, crown and spine keep watch
on labours of bliss magnetism
igniting all nodes with love’s torch
as rapture spikes in body prism
we go beyond every known ism
that upon obtaining clear sight
we conjure our own aphorism
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