The Serene Whites…

Letters for numbers, numbers  for letters, and likes for the likes,
Cone up to the ultimate essence at the spikes,
From within the null made prima, they descend until the infinity strikes,
We’ve got to catch up, and ride the pikes!

Even if you can’t see the lights, or fear the riots,
Or cracking the code seems in the mays-n-mights,
He Craves for the shrives, with any sane fights,
May us unvolve n evolve to amen to the heights,
To the serene whites, the serene whites…


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