Once transformed,
It becomes apparent,
The eccentric things,
They'd done!
Did they perceive,
It was coming,
Or sense it.
What's it like?
Some time here,
In an instant there,
Quitting those behind.
Migration to a higher plane,
Seeing the invisible,
From a visible spectrum.
Enlightened like the sun,
More than us,
We're like the lamp,
Filled with the powers,
The wonders,
Of that spiritual realm.
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