Grasp the place in between the folding stars,
reach into the pocket of the celestial matter,
and pull out strands of concaved knowledge.
Trace within yourself to the place that longs
for absolute truth in matters of holding truth to covered flames.
Submerge your life into sunken depths of primordial lore,
hold to your heart ways of combined knowledge,
ticking order in ways of destitute light,
filter the failing star to hover homeward.
You do not seem to open up to inspiring words.
You protect those loyal to you, but seek nothing
for yourself in return, and ascension only comes
when the Spheres speak to you in blaring tones,
and shattered dreams.
Failure to come into union with the sanctified
portal of nameless origins
results in loss of freedom from the perspective
of lost souls.
Clasp the blade that is inbedded in your path,
draw the essence of it into you,
harnessing its innate power to bend light into
subtle strands of force.
Rise, meet your destiny -
for only in doing so will you come to know
what exactly you are ...
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