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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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