The time when every shard of existence
Is in symphonic unanimity
It's the most scrumtous slice of time
When soupson of humility, hunger, arogance, supplication
Are insepereable
This is when "I" takes every form of "You" but "I"
This blissful absence from sense and sanity
Makes us a cosmic peeing tom
Leering at infinity
Till the journey back home into "I"
Begins…. All is lost …
All is ours
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