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The visions shaken stir the vibe
bereft of emotions I fly
Deep within the feeling I reside
interstellar grief beckons and I answer
 
Slowly climbing  
blocking all spectators
it is with precision I rise
touching first the air
then scry vibrations
turbulent but fine
 
Breaking the code lock...I climb
entering the onyx corridor
Wisdom awaits my presence...patiently
 
Cloaked with shadows I divine
kinetically armed should trouble arise
among the dawning masses so many eyes
My excitement builds
my Father has called me home
 
He misses me dearly
telepathically communicating an all clear
I greet him with my hyperbolic nature
he smiles at me wryly
and says come Daughter of Naught
 
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