Travelling through the Infinite
Winds churning, lifting departing souls from their Earthly
stations
Below the remains of fermenting corpses synthesize once again
with nature
The Heavens moan as the gates of eternity unlock
Winged angels chant an ancient solfeggio midst the cumulus
We are the consumption of something far greater than ourselves
Mystical ingredients for an eternal metamorphosis
Magically experiencing the many dimensions of God’s creation
Travelling through the infinite aboard finite capsules
Thank you,
Joseph Pede
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