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One with whom to fly unfettered, free.
Soaring over rivers, over canyons;
She rises up in measured flight
To worlds beyond the primal light.
The smooth ascent, the steady upward climbing,
The magical elixir sweetly shared.
The soul's horizon calls with perfect timing;
No shocks nor trembling terrors here,
No all-consuming primal fear.
Instead, a lifting of the veil
That separates the dark from light.
Enraptured joy from cold travail;
All that came before (and since)
Explained in silent eloquence.
That separates the dark from light.
Enraptured joy from cold travail;
All that came before (and since)
Explained in silent eloquence.
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