Collective spawns collective clone
the only sound thatís heard is drone
of chant, collective sound of tin
at the base of the collective din

while another chant of higher form
precedes a new-found morningís song
beyond cliché, beyond the norm
beyond the split of right and wrong

to offer you your soulís return
to light the fire that will burn
within the heart, to spark desire
as through the heat the soul aspires

uniting with the body and the mind
to form transcendent wholeness of the kind
that offers feel of love that finally binds
the heart, the soul, the body, and the mind...

? Michaelette ?

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