“Surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light.” Alan Brennert
Within the clay-forged flesh, the spark ignites. A flicker of the unseen, the ever-bright. A dance of dust, where godhead takes its part, In mortal coils, a beating, fragile heart. Secret self, your pen is so sharp and keen. Did you pierce the veil where mysteries convene? "In humans plays the divine omnipotence." A whisper carried on a soul's suspense.
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