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  • The Agent of Love
    Was not a killer, that slept with a gun
    Nor a cherub with arrows for sporting fun
    She/ He/ Its’ destination
    Is everywhere a force of Transfiguration
    Riding the elemental waves
    Within the matrix of layered maze
    Where it mixes and expands the space,
    When the overarching structure would cage
    With the lost dreams of a forlorn worldly stage
    Seeing the eyes of Hope fade,
    It would renew those seeking some shade
    In moments where drudgery sighed and maimed
    It would transform the bearer of the deepest pain
    Into a light of consciousness that would sustain
    The world to continue Dreaming with a new Dream again
    In all the colours of the Rainbow,
    Leaving none untouched by its warm Glow
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