The Earth can rest within the Shrouds
When it becomes obscured by Clouds
Silence starts to Rule
The air itself becomes a Tool
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A time for movement and Mystery
How can one predict what he does not See
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The plants take a deeper breath and Sigh
For life is never a Lie
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As one, I travel to a new Ledge
And push my life closer to the Edge
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Looking beyond I see a new Expanse
Traveling forward breaking free of the Trace
Soon like the Serpent I am buried within the Trees
No longer living on my Knees
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Truth mixes with Perfection
As I plot my new Direction
Yig Prime 