Synchronous Poetry
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Wherever I look in - all is synchronous.
and pain binds my body with stiffness
and white light pushes me to go -
where only happiness may grow.
I hear only your icy air -
I forget everything - where the roofs are.
and gravity is gone forever -
to me great poet has come!
in this - the bliss is very subtle -
and yellow rod - gives me a rapture
not from a syllable, though white -
the influence of the eternal God!
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