Vortex Prime
Silver blue visage of the moon is soaked in essence of the soul
The moon looks eerie red in the mid fall
The triad of time grows beyond all control
It extends the depth of it all
If there is a God his name could be time
It is in time
That nirvana of thought grows to sublime
In ever expanding dimensions of by it spawned time
The ultimate consciousness extends through abyss
It is the spirit the divine the bliss
Awe inspiring temporal expands of nirvana of thought is
In ultimate consciousness ever greater that expanse is
But there is always something beyond
Something that from earlier realization has spawned
But to expand the mind to point realization is not needed for the growth to unfold
Now that is the power for soul to behold
But even realization needed or not is subordinate to time
But the powers of realization expand mastery of time
And that is what is sublime
And that is the power of vortexes prime
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