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The Gleam
Of soul or silence
I know no sign
See no sight but source
Drape not the naked light
In darkening robes of thought
For I’ve worn no mask
That hasn’t been pierced
By the lightness of breath
Or seared by the fires
Of a heart fueled by pooling love,
Still, but for the gleam of a lotus
The visible breath of the soul.
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