Mars’ dusty plains whisper ancient secrets to me,

Ah yes, the blueprint cradled in the cosmic fabric of consciousness.



Love rolling down the river.

And yet, in the darkest nights,

I torched the stars, distance apart,

So you could see them shine.



Mockingbird, mockingbird, oh, is it you, oh thine?

Why do you keep scoffing

At the very specks of light?

Haven’t you sight,

When you take flight,

Of love’s light illuminating heaven’s insight?

Shoo, shoo, under the blankets of lies,

Comfort found only in night.



The mockingbird’s dwindled, distant croon

Awakens my solemn oath,

A vow I made within the blueprint.



Crimson hummingbird, a soul’s ascent,

Vows I’ve written in cosmic light.



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