This white hot fire surged perimeter of the whole
To run it's gamut undo, and unfold.
Not a singular light, but twain.
Reaching momentum as calm invades the plain.
Breeze of highest breath infuses soul
Never alone, never old.
Word has direction as in this path I hold
Always leading upward to the goal.
Yet,not the vessel nor the sensitive scroll
For golden rays of forgivness light the soul.
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