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Even angels tire of ecstasy.
Very few can stare at God with pleasure
Eons upon eons, as the sea
Lies featureless across its teeming treasure.
Yet we have grace to look and then recover.
No joy but fades, to give way to another.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

Audio and Video Music: Dreaming in 432 HZ.
By Unicorn Heads. Music free to use at YouTube.