Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Testimony. Glorious and true. Reflecting every image of God, attesting to lunar scripture and solar urges, made as one and likened unto a kaleidoscope I dreamed of in my infancy. I walk along, my feet made of miracles, in the wake of a breeze beset of an angel's wings. I ask for the nothing I need in this foamy white moment. The raging fire that solders the seam between body and soul surrenders to the tide on high. I dream with my eyes open. My heart receives a gift. The Baptist whispers to me yet another riddle to unfurl as an accessory for my soul. And, I ask for the nothing I need.
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