When the show begins at the curtains’ fall
In slumber the eyes pave way to the mind,
No anchor to ground the soul
And infinite spaces manifest,
Freedom unshackles the voices
And they dance to tunes silent for the rest,
Independent of all that is known
The new world is now complete;
We build, we shatter,
And light the paths of myriad roads,
For few revel in those ecstatic travels
And fewer yet speak the language of those few,
But forsaken are all the world’s riches when you and I meet in the universe we inwardly drew.
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