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This suffocating feeling

always slave of his humanity

rise from this valley of dishonoring

transcend and ascend to the heavens

Every minute, every second

the dawn of the strings is the sound

The simplest song for that moment

rising as the skin burns without pain

above this limited form

in the fields of the imagination,

Broad visions of the heavens

the resonance of the journey completed

It is great briefly

Beautiful dawns, carry and purify

even dark energy may be pure

like the wings of a fallen angel

paying for their sins

before its return, wash up in the icy waters

Waters ridding you of your trifles

of their shame and anxieties

So get close to the dawn again