What a conversation
to speak of moving to
a rhythm that can surpass
its target
But, with every blessing
there is a curse
Lo, for every curse
there is a blessing
The road to salvation
lies in every pit
And, at the point of strained energy
the soul spreads
and seeds the Earth
Constellations perceived
with guttural spasms achieved
Confusing serpent for a sceptre
only a canyon truly overflows
This is what makes Love
And this is what Love makes
Through all the joyous agony
every thing is relieved
as guttural spasms are achieved

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