xxii.

progressing chords
reverberate with
the violent delight
of galactic flame;
angels strum chaos.

we are music,
conduits of creation—
each life a note
flowing eternally,
carried in harmony.

celestial stanzas
hold us in light,
bathing reality
in sound,
in starlight unbound.

explosions of gold,
molten Love
pouring out,
streaking infinity
in incandescent grace.

listen, be whole.
feel the vibration
of universal mass
pulsing within,
wild, radiant; free.

lex

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