He wanders through the streets of "Utter Is,"Where houses are not built of stone or "And,"But of the gaps, the pauses, and the bliss,That only the enlightened understand.The spaces between breaths become the walls,The silences between the heartbeats, doors,While through the vast and uncorrupted halls,The light of the Unspoken softly pours.It is a language made of what's not there,A syntax of the shadow and the glint,That perfumes all the static, golden air,Without a single, heavy, verbal hint.To speak would be to shatter the design,And stain the clarity of the divine.
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