Light external is excused not by the light internal
To facilitate our journeys through the galaxies,
Souls self servient to the placid intuitions
Hardly can decipher the milestone of gentle pathway
With vision myopic under minds complacent.
Movements undefined compelling the arbitrary steps
Generate heat sufficient to dazzle the dusty way
Although has the stout denial from the steps measured
And being escorted by the virtuous reticence
With tulip senses in the journeys majestic.
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