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The Elect
A focus of expansions of tears.
Let us drift into this night, baby.
Show the fears how clarity was made
for tears, clarifying eyes of seers.
The modalities of skies, sands, seas.
We become when we love.
So let us become one
with the bold unfolding
of our fates, my love,
Gaits across the gates of poetical paradises of sometimes ice.
Humans have thresholds,
beyond which, a beauty-unparalleled
to behold, held-beheld,
known/knew
by
a select few: The elect.
Let us drift into this night, baby.
Show the fears how clarity was made
for tears, clarifying eyes of seers.
The modalities of skies, sands, seas.
We become when we love.
So let us become one
with the bold unfolding
of our fates, my love,
Gaits across the gates of poetical paradises of sometimes ice.
Humans have thresholds,
beyond which, a beauty-unparalleled
to behold, held-beheld,
known/knew
by
a select few: The elect.
Published 2nd Apr 2024
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