Upon the ceiling, beams like searchlights roamed,
Looking for me lying beneath their sweeping,
Comfort in thought of eyes on road homebound,
Between the voice of starry Mother’s calling.
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Below the trees surprised by sudden wind,
Rear like unsettled horses in the night,
Sounds of bristling leaves he wished would take him,
Into their world beyond his human sight.
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Reunion with the world and sister time,
Obeisance to her laws and government,
Unending place that fills our empty minds,
That would be nought save her replenishment.
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Timeless and Time bound worlds at last converge,
Conjoined into all present scenes they merge.
Constant Voice 