As soft as still water Everspring sings,
Lost and forgotten, a haven it brings,
Amidst the glacial mountains and cold burning grass,
And fractal groves bearing leaves of rusting brass,
Where matter matters not in where we think, feel and act,
Where ascension lies woven in a great old ancient pact,
In the folds of time, leaking empty night,
Does a sanctuary lie of eternal light.

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