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The Last Bell
Senses untamed,
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
By length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation,
-last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
spaces to reign
Bodies that die,
spirits to fly
By length or by width,
time is a myth
Dimension aground,
essence refound
Eyes looking forward,
eyes looking back
Eyes looking inward,
soul reattached
All that was spoken,
providence sings
Grand sublimation,
-last bell to ring
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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The Last Bell
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