When word becomes sparks,
Heaven is speaking upon Earth.
For the sparkling of the son,
How wonderfully joyfully lovingly I am.
Every syllable I breathe births a shimmer,
Letters igniting, swirling upwards,
As laughter captures taking the sky,
A constellation forming around I,
Each spark is seed creating a star,
Lightning dancing,
Lovingly swirling beautiful drips,
Blue sparkles flowing from my lips,
Becoming word, being win.
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