Dry ice sublimes to air, life-giving to trees.

Electric pulse sublimes, feel the soaring of wings.

Painful memories sublime, now divine call to the light.

Grief sublimes, see the star-scape in the night.

Survivor sublimes hailed as brave-one and wise.

Hate-words sublime, total revelation of lies.

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The sublime is our soul song, our vision, our grace.

Excited vibrations accelerate transformations pace.

Age-old fear sublimates, unbridled truth in its place.