Aeonian Circle

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I am dissolving in affectionate embrace
Of branches. I am feeling my mistakes.
And there are strange voices from above...
Or out of me? I'm taking up the glove.

Ascending over the unfathomed deeps,
Think if it happens to me or my dreams.
I guard my stronghold so my lips are sealed.
I comprehend that I am sealed and filled.

And these stronghold, guard, seal, dreams and deeps
Move me to touch Eternal Sunrise Lips.
And this sunrise is taking up the glove.
And there are strange voices from above...
Aeonian Circle of soul and mortal flesh,
Infinite lifeblood including.
Do you remember how we recognized this slash?
We are on endless routing.