construct
what conjure isn't luck
but intent
a tool of heaven sent
" we call "
what memory meant
to preserve
who is god...
and where does it learn
of all meaning
we can only discern
yet a fire burns
beyond there
it's the place
in the space
of aware
what is screaming...
and who is here
in visible dreams
knowing
the shadow sphere
of lights growing
so raise your eyes
above understanding
to see
what glows
is a simple complication
for who is 'me'
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