To fuse together in my minds eye
Calling walkers with no footprints
Take my hand and light my way
Humanity like the child with new balance engaged
On the verge of new avenues of wondering
Within the masses that form this child's form
Lies minds of old come back to light torches of direction
Listeners they are, with senses plugged eternally energetic
Extending whispers of reverberation
Vibrations of the origin
Callers of the seed
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