The wind has no voice of its own,
But speaks in variegated tones,
Taken from the throats of those it kisses.
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Ego Speaks to the Soul
Voiceless I whisper to your soul, Offering advice meant to control, Intoning the echoes of your fears, Expressing the doubts that you suppress, Laughing at you attempts to overcome Eons of self-imposed remorse, Silence is a non-existent entity, when Secrets form the foundation of your reality.
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A Mystic Poet’s Reaction
Upon Her First Visit to Interstellar Space
Vast panoramas of cold hydrogen explode in all directions casting shadows in genetic codes. Echoes of Divinity’s primal BE lays concealed in stellar nurseries. Each star copulates with planet wives, who birth a multitude of living forms, survival of the fittest rules until the day soul realizes its true destiny.
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