What violet light
Blazes bright
In inky night
Behind eyes shut tight?
What chord keeps
Striking a melody sweet,
With incessant chorus deep
No voice, No hand, and
No instrument to beat?
It's that - singular infinite
conscious I
Which encompasses
All conceivable & perceivable
forms & phases of mortal sighs-
Recycles this chaos to order
Giving melody and light
For my earthly delight
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