A delighted spark within,
someone shouts loud, so loud
that it has uncovers all black cloud.
I have stopped searching for god,
yes no more!
Where do you see him?
Where can you find him?
Cowards call him,
Thinkers relieved it.
Self is not you,
You are being created,
moulded and tapped.
Self is extreme,
an unrelieved, undefined specie,
no act but true genes.
You don't wait for life to accept you,
Go and hug it!
The day you do it,
no more you dig it!
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