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Zen mode
our forehead glistens
pulsating with bliss
soul core tightens
the grid comes alive
pursed lips too tingle
assimilating the offering
reverberating without end
there is no meaning assigned
to the dance thus underway
all nodes in unison exclaim
at the osmotic permeation
of the ethereal bliss mist
that so fixates attention
in this play of magnetism
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Unseeking Seeker
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