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White Soul


In your plentiful void
In the company of dreams
Flaming tongues stir
And on
Shy of life's engine
Naked in utter light
Under timeless nonfinity
We keep the words
The original answers
Our boundless choices,
Only to seed the rippling,
unwritten tundra
Leaving the sacred mountain
in lesser hands.

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