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Hear what you hear, Strange voices call; Faintly yet clear, Pain knows odd gall. Odd laughter pounds, Echoes now hint; To flood old grounds, With distant mint. Soul on the verge, Glimpse of new space; Ripples now merge, Sense a blur trace. In the sex act, Churn of new quest; Love wears a tact, A brand new fest. Look and you'll see, Notice the feel; What may yet be, Streams from twin wills. Wait thus in time, For rhyme to niche; Here void can mime, Watch oomph enrich. Cluster of cells, As a new strain; In time to dwell, As place marks plain. Whirl of new waves, Thrill time and space; A new soul brave, New birth to grace. A certain still, In floating ooze; A happy fill, In bubbly snooze. Nature knows best, The dance that saves; Sense ample fest, Flame in fluid cave. If you must know, Psalm of new seed; A spark now grows, Watch grandeur feed. Play of fine take, In a womb dark; Feel lovely make, A living spark. Flesh from deep flesh, A deeper dance; Astronaut dash, In growing trance. Rush of new day, Light within light; A mindful way, Glimpse of insight. Feel your way here, Come with wise grace; A time for cheer, Prize fond embrace. Leon Enriquez 30 October 2017 Singapore