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Poem: Shape


I walk down
quietly,
the hall of mystery.
Undetected
by the elements of confusion.
My house is built
here,
In illusion.
But my mind and heart are unbound
(by this structure)
Looking in to be what is true
-There are many of us
Waking up to see
The truth of divinity.
-To see the shape of the architects design.

Published: Monday 17th November 2003
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