Six as above
Six as below for us to live
The value expressing, the rumbling within my core
A number determining, my whole existence at the shore
O! King David, your star pattern in me for me
I salute, the late night visitors and those from it seeking fame
The designed patterns in the fields around the hillsides as they came
The encoded messages, for the uninitiated detectors like a game
Five mixed with the sublime six, a balance to eleven
Just eleven, a number sequence from the heaven
The number of my generation in days Seven
I am a solution, out of order and chaos, equal to eleven
O! strings whispering at my core
O! pipes intertwine and laid down within my substance for me
O! drums playing in me for me
O! composers of the Holy lyrics at the mystic shore
My heart crying for the mystic
All that I am witnessing is just fantastic
To understand my despair and awe, you have to be analytic
Short sighted, stretch your iris, for the matter is no more neolithic
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