Herant X.. - Awakening

The morning glance I stood before
Clouds that made music you would not abhor

One and all, a universe of mind.
Gentle heavens and feeling no more.
To be brought here - oh you poor soul.

Define the one and have the second
As if it were my choice to be with you.

For no more is the hu-man chained to body.

Herant X..

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