Listen to Powerhouse by Richard Charles Stevens (The Suite From Another World)

Listen to From Another World by Wislov

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O, the joy
The rapture
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No greater ado—than one hard body pulsing for two,
Burning blue with the truth in our eyes.
Awakened anew—ever hastening to
take a dim view; imbue with diffusion of light.
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Cells transfused with the movement of fluid,
Each echo is fluent,
Each ebb and flow chimed,
Particles far divorced of arbitrating bind,
Neither par for course or quite so trite a way inclined.
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Powerhouse (repeat)
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No greater ado—than one hard body pulsing for two,
Burning blue with the truth in our eyes.
Awakened anew—ever hastening to
take a dim view; imbue with diffusion of light.
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Cells transfused with the movement of fluid,
Each echo is fluent,
Each ebb and flow chimed,
Particles far divorced of arbitrating bind,
Neither par for course or quite so trite a way inclined.
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A powerhouse—by all accounts
Built upon foundations sound;
On sacred ground, it towers proudly
Draped around horizon stoutly
Nothing is static—Each pulse enigmatic,
Propulsion emphatic,
No beat systematic.
Reprieved of schematic,
Unforeseen such heedless boundary;
Emblematic in a sense,
For it activates all ten.
Powerhouse
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Nothing is static—Each pulse enigmatic,
Propulsion emphatic,
No beat systematic.
Reprieved of schematic,
Unforeseen such heedless boundary;
Emblematic in a sense,
For it activates all ten.
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Kinematic not to force and mass misspent,
With the motion of the ocean—of unbroken dreams remotely dreamt.
Remembered no collapse as every synapse circumvents the broken shards of hearts redressed of circuits masterfully meshed.
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Powerhouse (repeat)
O, the joy
The rapture (repeat)
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No greater ado—than one hard body pulsing for two,
Burning blue with the truth in our eyes.
Awakened anew—ever hastening to
take a dim view; imbue with diffusion of light.
Cells transfused with the movement of fluid,
Each echo is fluent,
Each ebb and flow chimed.
Particles far divorced of arbitrating bind,
Neither par for course or quite so trite a way inclined.
Merging the surge of two ultimate versions,
No updates or fixes,
One continuous ellipsis.
Shifting like slick mist through quickening drift,
In the slipstream of kisses written deep into the lips.
Through each sinew, nerve and tendon
Not a rear view more resplendent;
In clear view of destination
Better dressed for restoration.
Through each sinew, nerve and tendon
Not a rear view more resplendent;
In clear view of destination
Better dressed for restoration.
(Powerhouse)
Better dressed for restoration.
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A powerhouse—by all accounts
Built upon foundations sound;
On sacred ground, it towers proudly
Draped around horizon stoutly
Nothing is static—Each pulse enigmatic,
Propulsion emphatic,
No beat systematic.
(Powerhouse)
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Active threat undetected
We are seen and protected
(Powerhouse)
Ivy firewall erected
Fibres interconnected
(Powerhouse)
Architects of each node
Redirecting the flow
(Powerhouse)
To the core of our being
To the light you’re now seeing
(Powerhouse)
Virus still most aware
It will always be there
(Powerhouse)
But through just being seen
We can reboot the scene
(Powerhouse)
Love us free of condition
Celebrate this collision
(Powerhouse)
We are love we are light
We are pinpoint precision
We are one but much more
We love hard we adore
We live slowly die fast
We are fused to the last
Every node every wire
Every melted ice spire
(Powerhouse)
Is a crisp waterfall
Is a mercury pool
It’s the blindest of faith
Never ever misplaced
(Powerhouse)
There is truth to our surge
We are one we are merged
There is truth to our surge
We are one we are merged
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We are one we are merged
We are one we are merged
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Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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