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XUEYAN
The Color of Eyes
Is the Color of Soul
Time peels all
to original white
but the color of eyes remains
Yours
black butterfly slumbers on snow
dreaming of moonlight
The halo hangs above me
a holy gallows
Enchanted by light
I ascend to the aureole
to the sacred execution of my mortal flesh
My eyes
my skin
my tongue
melt
Sun falls into my left void
moon into my right
I see the Ultimate
Clouds dress me
I sense the Infinite
The Milky Way flows into my mouth
I am Oracle
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