The blood of the ancestors,
All Beauty Percieved
All Made Manifest from
Thine perseption, Love,
the very Source, the longing
for more Ecstacy. This
work a Kiss, Heaven to Earth
And back again, Talisman
Recieved at Daybreak
In a wild unleashing of
Grammar and Glimmer.
Strange, strange work,
the wielding of singularity.
The ritual of seven, an
abstraction of ordeal.
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