Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Born...betwixt mind and a feel...a learning...

And the night
Came glad
Clad
In dreams
Of stars...
Glistening
Listening Him
The Angelo
Forever...

Songs everyday direct
Euthanasia chosen to resurrect
A death small
For another time
Kept pending
Never ending
Till Big
The Holiest
The Whitest
Would come
Like an Ecstatic Balm...

For a while...

Meantime
Held
Betwixt
life
And Life...
One just
Have
A smooth run
To His Holy Ghost
For
His Holy balm...
A calm...

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