The Truth Reveals All Plane

In what tune of freedom the exclamation drums,
Many a word of joy revolves around many a world in acuity,
Many a memory revolves around many a creation in authority,
And they all enclose my conscience in obscurity.

By what pull of love in dawn, my mind is blown,
By what illumination of love in exaltation,  my mind is driven,
And the truth reveals all plane.

I see the truth is rooted in tune to tune, in resonance to dissonance,  in every consequence, in all appearance.