Hold thoughts within the sights that bind us as the universe.
Sights within ourselves
that keep us sane within insanity.
Life has yet to part with in the souls of such wonder.
Have against us no resistance,
for the wounds of hatred's steaming breath
shall leave no scalding mark upon us.
Within you, within me, within us.
Smell the morning treasures of such love.
Awake is not yet a life
without the dream living before it.
Such dream, such dream.
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