Under that grand black dome of night
love letters far too numerous to be counted
written in the silent language of particles
leave the body's the momentary condensation
to rejoin the cosmos in all its splendor;
freed from the soft chains of consciousness
they pass through the firmament's sparkling holes
and become one with everything, not nothing.
love letters far too numerous to be counted
written in the silent language of particles
leave the body's the momentary condensation
to rejoin the cosmos in all its splendor;
freed from the soft chains of consciousness
they pass through the firmament's sparkling holes
and become one with everything, not nothing.
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