The anchors of the world no longer hold
Beauty can no longer be controlled
Or be set up and parcelled in man’s
formats
Beauty and truth have kissed each other
And they shall never again be parted
Stars out of place shall shine
abundantly
In all unexpected places unknown orbs rise
The world will no longer curb their lines
Despising their aspiring unto instrumentality
---
Which, never ever have they thought to do
But the world’s great, jealous of them unto
death
They that look to themselves never see life
Those that shine in their own eyes see not
stars
The unseen are unknown they are all hid
Deeply hiding from the world they have left
The day dawning declares them, they will
come
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