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I will always make love to your Spirit
though all who come before me
rot into smithereens
but that unconscious force
that grips us all
is our core
proves one is all
redeems even me
and I’ll see you there
in that Universal room
as I sleep to dream
awake through the night
I will meet you there
in that unending room
burnished gold and alabaster
or nothing at all
vast expanse
we have unfinished business
There
soulward toward the skies
I wait at night
asleep to wake
the day the dream
nothing left to take
at dusk
find me there
