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Enclosed I roam from star to star,
I travel endlessly, I whisper and
my breath unfolds behind me as
a vale, a shooting star, a comet
on its way, and growing, growing
with each light-year passing by,
O yes, there is much pleasure in
this roaming, it is creation of a
Master Plan and still this roaming
is continuing, and when, from time
to time I reach the boundaries of
my confinement, I feel a sudden
shiver, as if an unseen hand is
there to push me back, or could
it be the vale behind that keeps
on coming back, I wonder. So
here I am, inside and out, no
matter how the journey goes
there always will be worlds to
enter and others then to leave
behind, the roaming will continue,
on and on, no ending, no beginning,
so is the roaming, the roaming
in the Womb of Being, the Cavern
of a Master's Plan.



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