the cosmos speaks
in a silent way of ecstatic serenity
without chaos
or cacophony, discord
or distortion, rejoicing
in letting the sunshine in.
the cosmos speaks
in a silent way of ecstatic serenity
without chaos
or cacophony, discord
or distortion, rejoicing
in letting the sunshine in.
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