Shooting lightnings through the head
Breaking passes of brief meditations
Breathe the eternal air through time
Beneathe the yonder eye of heaven
Bellows of living begetting man
Brows of ape browsing the nadir
Furrowing through footprints in time
Fun in wars frolicking peace
Pun in progress prefacing destiny
We have come through ages past
With roots up in the sky
Aswattha thus spake the Divine
As we cyber-kins connect again
Connetting sparks of the Divine.
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