A master leaves no footprints in the sand
Of time, carved out of others by their hand
Reflections torn, are sworn to secret … hide
A glimpse so rich would fall … man full of pride
Yet call they will to angels buried under dust
“Clean up those mirrors … drop those cloths a must
Dimensions draw all patterns ~ Christ is One
In whom we all in Light conclude … our journey done”
In search of thus … I cried ~ all measure mine
No crime upon One head ~ must … all align
In sight and sound be led, for richness … goal
Seeks those in conduct … known in One, as whole
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