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Monday, November 14, 2005
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“Who Am I? What is This?”
Temporal falling into death and darkness…
Brought to dying breath…
Forced to breaking mind…
Sitting alone…
Watching flames blare…
The moon watches me…
Stars speak…
Tide recedes…
Sits mobile as a stone upon still broken sand…
Time for high tide upon the entirety of the shore…
Angels falling toward new heaven…
Rising toward new hell…
Broken hands and bloody kisses come unto me…
Hold me in place…
See to “well-being”…
Hear constant weakness…
Smell constant death…
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