The Garden of Moksha, Fragrant Orchids and Night-blooming Cereus
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The petals of eternity will bloom,
Or never will, because of you and me.
The good that we create will blossom doom
Or glory. Purest serendipity
Awaits in time far, far away when night
Will vanish and our minds have disappeared
Among the flowers of immortal height
Or mountains in a cosmos system tiered
With splendor searing from ten trillion moons
With all their suns. The destinies we make
Will be like roaring galaxy typhoons
