Here now this morn
Along the spine, thirty three rings of light,
hold erect energies in feeble form,
wherein presence suffused with bliss delight,
invokes by pure intent, love’s benign storm,
pulsation sublime, to which we conform.
The grid is now a seamless band of steel,
whose each nuance, breath by breath we so feel.
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