From heart
of space
all gift
all give
no star
too big
to hold it
all
Where up a
flower
how down a
cloud
can any
heart
with love
unbloom
One breath
of spring
one second
on
the
spatial clock
but oh the
breath
When bliss
is work
and
silence bliss
up down
our cord
no song
unsings
All alls
need more
all mores
need all
yet love
is nearer
than purest most
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