Spiritual Confessional

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So, here I'll give my thoughts to the light;    
The vibrancy; Harmonic colours of which
forgotten oratorios scripted out I once uttered; Falling quiet in their complexities;     
My silence greeting the light in cerebral solitude;     
      
But my thoughts;   
Oh! those thoughts!;       
Now there's a thing to be whispered in
confessional booths;
As vibrant and harmonious as the very light itself, rejoicing in alleluia's remembered;    
For I fear neither the sound of my thoughts
or the light before me.

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