In this Midnight Dream
where sight is dimmed
my Heart is heard,
it seems
in cadence when
that magic moment
where the mystic sings
Ebony soil that brings
Rainbow flowers that bloom
against the black of total-ness
Sparking gems tumbling
into the abyss
of devotion's embrace
Need we a Vessel
in Maya's mist?
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