91117 (original poetry)

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Adrift a sea of endless reflections,
Floating in no specific directions.

Knowing without a need for reckoning,
Flowing wherever, the light beckoning.

Seeking the most distinguished of altars,
Faith in this guidance that never falters.

Thawed by the presence, our souls shining bright,
Matching frequencies balancing our light.


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