With your imagination driven by love,
this figment of reality given from above.
Satellites drifting through your seductive mind,
waiting for the day we all come to find.
To break the secret of this ellipse.
To see through the divinity eclipse.
To discover the source of the light.
To remove the shroud from our sight.
To realize the illumination from within.
To not repeat the parable ellipse again.
Breathe the omega and experience this mystery,
leave these vessels in the mist of history.
Witness the elements of space and time shatter,
becoming one with the universe as diffuse matter.
Wesley Hall - 08/21/05
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