The way of the white swan

We don't want money

We want to kill

When we stop thinking

We remember who we are

We're sick, we don't see it

We care, we don't dare

Words of god

Words of light

Light the sword

Words are swords

Defense is god

God is imaginative

Imagination of magis

Image of magic

We're not sick, we're exceptional

We're not ill, we're extraordinary

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Anami to Hamsa

Antelopes galloping

Towards hot heavens

Chariots of blue fire

It doesn't concern us

Paralyzed Paramhansas

Walk with me to the final destination

I dream of you, I cannot find you

You're always in tremor

I cultivate your goodness

I pray against you

I pray away the devil

I wish you were the one

I did marry you

Instead you grew more unsettled

I'm going to keep on climbing

There is no other self

There is no other I

Already sold out

Soul sovereignty

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Sun of Surya

Winking at Kali

Mara before Sarah

Buddha couldn't sit still

Second sunset sun

Golden set in the sun

Son of another swan

The middle is the fractal

Recognition before reconciliation

Shadows before turmoil

Self-annihilation goes the distance

We've grown accustomed

Film already shot

Shut eyelids

Eyes wide open

Cynical in grief

No satire, no sleep

Longing beyond belief

Bones shattering

The devil is in recovery

We didn't pass the Turing Test

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And I've heard of a land

Promised to never leap with faith

I promised and I said never again

Keep making promises, keep love retained

If desire is the memory of pleasure

Fear is the memory of pain

The mind creates the abyss

The emerald heart crosses it

It becomes a one thousand petaled lotus

And sometimes my impatience grows like a white carnivore carnation

Inside our washed out tummies

More floweraches

No more soul censorship

Saki sipping Sadhus

Stuttered to positive infinite

Our destiny is not death

But the dissolution of I

Flipped to the other universe

Don't focus on the pain

Keep looking for us.

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