Illuminada
my body runnin'
and soul a-strummin'
what gets me by is
what gets me high
never to be lonley
runnin' from your past.
Guide that present tense
to everything that lasts.
Bottomless pots of deciduous desires
subjagate all lessons we strive to aspire.
granted tasks, your decisions only,
may we be the spiritual bump that
furthers Human humming as
we all join in to a universal drumming.
a Global call to open, loving arms.
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