Bound to the mill by our own device
We mistake the actor for the part
In doing so lose the core of our heart
Forgetting the space beyond the stage
We are caught inside an invisible cage
A prison of time and space, decay and age
No warden but I, Me, Mine
For beyond this we are truly sparks Divine
-ishtar ishaya-
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