I
am hearing the voice of god,
Impressive
rumbling in my heart,
An
uncanny and wonderful love story,
Beyond
my thoughts and views,
Afar
from my conceptions,
Flight
of fancy, journey of conjure,
A
fleeing from certainty and conviction,
Other
possibilities, further promises,
It
is not called Utopia,
It
is not called Arcadia,
No
matronymic, no monogram.
I
am seeing the silhouette of god,
Inspiring
portrayal in my eyes,
A
mysterious and magnificent colour,
Glowing
in my spectacles and prospects,
Placing
me in a magnificent terrain,
Bursting
of adoration,
Fulfilled
of reverence,
Unbroken
devoted and adherent,
Continuous
affectionate sentiments,
Unremitting;
chronicle compassion.
I
am feeling the sense of god,
No
unusual reaction,
No
bizarre sensitivity,
It
is called temperate terra firma,
It
is called cherishing territory,
No
entity, no personality,
Just
in divinity earth,
Just
a special accent,
And
tenor of god.
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