| Desert and swirl sleepless
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| Shivering adrift as star scattered sky and sea
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| Shattered mirrors reflect confusion in countless echoes
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| Lost in abysses of fraction distance and love
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| From the corner of my eye
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| I sense that which can’t be sensed as myself
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| Known to my only by the absence of Certitude
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| A ghost haunting the pilgrimage outside of heart
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| Longing and belonging, witness and the seen
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| Still as if grasping for their own names
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| As they escape their very lips
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| And a billion axioms flutter about Moloch’s fire
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| Like grey lifeless planets circling a scourging suns
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| Screaming for wahdat al-wujud
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| Desert stars swirl sleepless
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| Sinking deep into drifting sky and sea
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| Reaching the mouth of midnight
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| That has become an opened shell
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| And in aeonic distress therein
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| Shall the strangest of pearls be shaped
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| (And suddenly)
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| In the absence of God is where the heart of God is found
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| That in this very moment, is pierced by satanic light
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| Like a terrible secret fallen from Infinity’s tongue
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| In a single world |