Behind The Scene, An Unseen Scene So Unseen

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For thou, who knoweth thine name,
Our place in-between the it and naught,
Rain from thine face in a rabbit game,
Not of foolishness and ignorance bought.

End wilt thou the veil of here and there,
Under the hole thou doth slowly walk,
Right down into the abyss thou stare;
Do we in private deeply long in talk.

And thou, so far into it hath gone,
With thine bright Rose, thou sprint lit;
In the deep, the deep, no snake bit
Separating the unknown known, split.

Emmanuel within thine mind!
Man of GOD and Heaven inside,
A colorful, invisible Rose thou find:
Nevermore an never-ending bore.

To Thou Who Know.

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