I need to be the dew that conceptualizes on your form
To truly breathe your wonder
I need
Like rain underwater
The revelling at the spread of sunlight across the virgin sky
Sculpting itself, sweetly
Loving itself
Attaining itself
Where before the night clouds proceeded, fondly yet tired
Somnolently and sorrowfully
The strain has been released
Crying its freedom to the open heavens
And the amniotic sunrise bathes these clouds in the joy of life
The joy to live
And the unpermeated worlds within the core of my soul
Vibrate every cell, molecule, atom of their metaphysical being
With the most pure, jocund frequency to grace their divine form
All in harmonic unison
Singing their glory to this sacred moist earth
And to the wills from whom it was born
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