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Binding the mind with universe, seeing the machine
workers of our survival, already have lost the revelation.
Only one cube, pulsing along the very particles which is now
created in that vibration, in that place, trying to experience harmony.

Two gods, him and me. Put in that place, to find a meaning for it.
Meaning which could be anything, expressed in that space, with those vibrations,
was the revelation. The path, the universe.

Even thou we are bound in controlled space to achieve this,
and cannot radiate our understanding past those walls,
being there still has it's meaning.
Every machine needs to be recharged. To reserve the energy, to vibrate it.

Two gods, still struggling to bring down the last walls in between,
seeing the path to the harmony.
Needed is the cup,
so the altar can be built.
Wand we have for once more,
to cast the spell of all.

Coming journey will be designed to please,
scents, fruits, clothes, candles, windbells, desire to caress the five senses.
Leading our mind away from the machine,
Leaving it open for all.

- Piski