Idle musings
Behold the chest of space heaving,
all manifest worlds perceiving,
in, within but not of life forms,
enlivened by God’s breath that warms
hearts as they plunge into embrace,
yet leaving in the void no trace,
of their emotes, from God’s bliss boat
or whilst skydiving in free float,
heaven recording each intent,
that grants the throb of love consent.
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