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so many sleepless nights, so many days i fight.
and when the mornings rise, come find the truth in my eyes.
your craving for life is insatiable
i watch you
devour the sun
you
attempt to drink
entire storms
the entire horizon
with
the way that you tilt back your head and stretch out your arms
You don't know where you are?
your former plans loom just like ghosts?
so, who cares? enjoy not knowing to the utmost.
Get lost in the sounds of things you don't know.
reminisce over memories you thought you'd lost in the undertow.
Get swept away in the possibilities, don't forget me, and i'll keep remembering.
Tryin to figure out what’s captivating me
What captivating means
Tryin to figure out
What scintillating
How senses feel to seem
Tryin to figure out
What’s enchanting
Captured
Captivating me
there are two,
double, double,
me and you, standards look both ways
even when we are blind,
words meant to tell the truth and soften scars
only deeper grind
the salt into the wounds,
double double, there are two,
look at me and you.
I hope this changes soon.
evrything looks like a dagger with no hilt and two blades
blade in hand
i reach out
intending to cut
and i do
both me and you
Dragon awake ye, rise and ye may find
that dawn has had it's day, and night it lies behind
morning comes again and with it brings the sun
reminding us of flames, remembering we've done
all it takes to bank the ash, and to see our flames won
one day say we as we walk here in this wasted wood
lumber past the trees, see that though it's dark it's good
keep walking through and pass a pond that's feeding from a stream
fresh water midst the tangled trees - like brotherhood it seems
remember that though lone we walk - true in a sense or way
still with brothers by our side stand we loyal to this day
through many wars and battles fought and many won or lost
this bond 'bove blood has grown by bound, but at no little cost
the price we pay is loyalty and always standing firm
passing on wise words we've heard and lessons that we've learned
call each other on our bluffs and blindnesses, even on our weaks
stand up and with our armored hide, shield each other's breaks
that my strong may be your weak and your strong become mine
that together, we like dragons stride, armored every side
It is together we will war the world and win
defeating every enemy that raise or rise against
but battle foam may eager fly from our every scale
and fiery, painful, brutal be our battle against hell
but raise we with our talons true and truth held in our gaze
It is a noble war and one, that we chose to wage
This comes from the metaphorical rendering of i and one i consider my brother, as dragons, who we deem have the characteristic of utter loyalty and brotherhood.
The path is crooked, long and pained,
but brother wolf walk on
for if it's rained, return we not,
all we walk is vain

The path is crooked, long and pained
the rain obscures the trail,
the scent of prey's not in the air
soaked fur and hanging tail
your dripping eyes and looming gait
tell of your arduous walk
but brother wolf walk on, walk on,
walk on and we will talk

of romance and naivete and hearts that come undone
of moonlit night when flames we met, of sparks and summer suns
live wild and young and free and bold
listen well that you may hear
this hunt, it only passes once, as seasons **** the year
but lone we aren't though wolves we are
and loyalty lies between
these wolves whose pack is not of blood
but of a bond that bleeds

vision may obscure we by the foolish or the brave
by Russian waters, or by lights, from fool's fake flame's that blaze, by passions that we crave
but through it all and by the path when by the way exhaust
your brother stops in passing by and howls "not all is lost"

for today and through the night and through the future fair
be we brother's deathly strong and princes of the air
wolves with wings and sharpened claws and hardened hides to match
we one may fly and one may dive and one day have our catch

after all we walk this path through mazened woods and sky
and after all, and after all, we'll walk it til we die

disorder from an aerial view , the other's taken turns
that crooked lead and path diverge and do our purpose spurn
warn with a whistle, call and care, "that turn will harm our dream"
give advice and give it quick, revealing everything
where brother's blind his brother eyes see not what things seem

the turning trails and easy paths left open to our paws
the trails that take  no pain to walk no effort, none at all
are oft the ones that easy take and lead our hearts astray
begin to kindle fickle flames that tomorrow die away

let not our hearts nor paws nor wings nor looks be knocked aside
but be we steady in the brotherhood and steady in our stride
steady in our dreams, and steady be in nights,
steady in our running, steady peering down from heights

the path is crooked, long and pained
but brother wolf, walk on
for if it's rained, return we not
all we walk is vain

so brother wolf, walk on . . .
also about loyalty and brotherhood, with personification as lost wolves/dragons
Four ropes
so often i find myself fighting to forget
and just as oft i am begging to remember it
stiff, standing on my promises, not swaying
but in my mind the wish to run is staying
I know what it feels like to be
drawn and quartered
Take me by the neck
Drown me
I won't make a sound
I didnt then
I won't now
Not even a whimper
It's simple
Finish me.
Hold me under until the
Struggling
                     Stops.
Tick....
              Tock...
In the beginning there was truth, unhindered and un-splintered
obvious and obviously good, remember?
then entered a serpent who'd had his ego injured
he spoke words more smoothe and sly than  eve's ears had ever heard

Speak Truth!

Since then the disharmony is harmin me
dissonance is dissin me in totality
breakin me apart my heart is split into
two - count em two- duality
******* the vitality right outta me
leaving me wounded and without a dynamic melody to sing in metaphysical reality

It's not just a fable see-
they're trying to change me, chain me
trying to tame me, train me

I AM BEING DOMESTICATED.
I am being transformed from the true but hated
into the shallow form of the antiquated
into little mix and match mutt, play nice, look better than ever, half true whole lie
source of more than a little disturbing shoe leather

I AM BEING WALKED ON.
I AM DONE.
fine grained grit embedded in pale grey cement
wind over my skin, the grass is moving a bit
voices are just out of reach- whispering things
i just wish i could hear
suddenly the wind dies and slivers of words meet my ears
but only slivers
slivers of whispers
imbed themselves in my skin
thin pieces of word that i wish werent there
"i hate everything, don't talk to me"
It ******* kills me to hear
Do you remember the melody
of a sweetly sang blue silk symphony?
of my sharp breaths and moaning singing?
of cracks in my ****** expressions?
the ones typically tempered to turn my passion into passivity?

Do you remember when the accompanying
string snapped?
I went quiet, cold
couldn't sing for my stranglehold on my
selfishness and...lust? Yes. Lust.
Do you remember the difference?
The dissonance?
I feel like a **** and it's
so far from ridiculous
I don't feel like i deserve your forgiveness
guess what i'm trying to say is
I'm sorry and
though i don't know if it will happen again
because i'm new at singing this song
I don't want it ti

I need to know
all i need to know
is the harmony of the first night of the blue silk symphony
still echoes strong
(in the background, in the background)
and i just can't hear it because
lack of forgiveness ...whether my own for myself, or yours for me right now
( is such a loud sound)
( loud sound)
vision blurs, head spins
the lenses in my eyes **** and whir
distracting me from my thought
and capturing me in it at the same time
this is the first time in so long
that i have torn open this wound
and salt seems to have been packed in it ever since...
since we still spoke

i hurt...i have to steady my self to keep from shaking
i havent had a panic attack in months but
if im not careful
i will...
lose it
i was happy thirty seconds ago
but then i
stepped into the wrong place in my brain
and stains of trauma soaked into my spinal cord
and ran down ...getting caught in my lungs

my lungs are already heaving shallow breaths
from being filled with sixth sick day phlegm
..but this...
this is not because i enhaled lye
or took a quick dust bath in it from carelessness

oh but it feels real similar
i dont want to relive anything
i dont need you
but because i still care about you
and i cannot pretend that i dont
and i cannot hide this from myself any better than by shoving it to the back of my mind from whence it occasionally
hop skips onto my
frontal lobe or
my poor misled and overstimulated
amygdala  
and plays with all
the deep and primal waves of tangible
tryst-torn
in my soul
kind of ...

what is this ?
dealing with an old wound, chemicals
I hope that you are entertaining angels unknowingly
because all the hate that you're showing me
if shown to them would end in your disintegration
cause i'm betting angels are somehow not this patient
you can call me mercy but even i hope you get what you deserve
cause if you don't you'll never learn
It's all for your own good
ever wonder
how much i told you
in three words?
eyes closed, lips drip fire tonight
it tastes like honey, thick and sweet
you set our hearts and tongues on fire
and you give us beautiful feet

we will go
we will not wait on the morrow
we are going
we will not wallow in sorrow

Arise!
your voice whispers to the fire inside
it flickers, it brightens, it melts off my skin
the things i though were hidden deep within
but you see me
you see me
you call me by name.

I will go
I will not wait on the morrow
I go now
even though I dont know how
I go
eyes closed
I go
I’m blue, unfeeling, bathing in haze
A lonely vision on the edge of the surf
And in the edge of my gaze
I’m not sure what they are
Wispy ellipticals foam over the
Dancing crystal surface
Are they eyes?

It seems like they’re staring
At the salt as it glistens on my face
Weaving my fate with jerky glances
As uncertain as my entranced heart

I can’t see the color or
The washed out one they
Used to be
I don’t know if I love or
Hate their mesmerizing glance or
If I hope to break their faded edges,
Lines

The waves whisper and
Wishes of moments where I knew their beautiful hue
Crash back into my mind

Shhh. . .
The waves put a finger to my lips

I know what color I wish they were. . .
Autumn
It was autumn and the ocean waved goodbye. . .
seems almost prophetic now. . .
Faith
like a mustard seed
but
its
sprouting
I could be ended
independently of any plans i have
my next moment could slip into the past
as my last breath
my next moment could become just a scratch in the crust of the earth
a resting place for my bones and teeth
a scratch that leaves a scar
i would pray that i might be missed by more than few and far
between you and i, i know
i know i am selfish
i admit that i am self absorbed
i like to masquerade as introspective
because who doesnt believe that looking inward to sort your self out
is beneficial, who doesnt think that just a little selfishness is acceptable
I am prideful, i love you for me
i do good things
because doing good makes me feel good
i hide when you most need my presence
because well, "i needed it and i just couldnt help it"
I talk about me again, even when i have already said it
i am sick, i need a medic,
i have been manic,
i am letting go of my madness
i will not find the light in it
i have found it
and turned my face to the side
faking that i couldnt tell the truth
from a lie.
If we are not feeding our minds with something rich,
will they starve, not starve for lack of food,
but for lack of nutrients?
I will write another page
to entertain, turns out this is a stage
and the audience isn't all the crowd that listens
(only a few of them pay attention)
to what i say and what i don't
the message i speak and when i leave ( )( )( )'s
In my words
If you care, you'll fill them in your self.
But i doubt you will, you're probably like everyone else
(if i expect it I can't be let down)
please, someone raise my expectations
It's not easy where I'm waiting
(because it's real, and real,real  low.
Opal star and Opal
Night
Breathe
in Opal
Firelight
glistening smoke
and
starry blaze
Inhale
the lucid
Midnight Haze

Myriad
Dreams
in Haze
say “Higher”!
A whilst
Our Flaws
Roast
In
Paul’s Fire

Rebel
Flaws
lit
Martyr’s Fire
“Of course
our flaws
Live
Deaf desire”!

Recantless
Lips
lit
Martyr’s face
And still
Our flaws
Sparked
Blind disgrace
Fire
dance
with unrestraint
happy to consume
all space that surrounds you
and to
captivate and capture
equal and other elements
you are
passion
unhinged
by beauty
you are
hungry, and chasing
yet
content to
flutter
in innocence and ferocity
right where you stand
First kisses in the forest
torrent's rage calmed by evergreen noise reduction
a two minute climb from chaos to peace
from where I'm glad it didn't happen to where i'm glad it did
we held close in the forest
in freezing rain and river spray
saw an owl alight frightened
he watched i bet as we talked
made our way from river trail to overlook
overlooked lights that feel like a city
but really are only scattered campus buildings
and fall into each other
fold a few more times into this
dancing. . . hold me close
and a second and third kiss

you said your hands were cold
so i held them
you said my jacket was freezing
it had drank part of the river
and so you stuck your soaked hands
between my coat, shirt
above my skin
i was tickled by your fingertips
your head rested rested in the crest of my shoulder
we "danced" and danced in the rain
your lips tickled my
lips,
and then my neck,but not in kisses
but in sweet proximity
lacking anticipation
completely happy with sitting still
as you nuzzled deeper into me
she's this brilliant fiery thing..
.shes soaks up sun and it seems sometimes that her skin spits starlight back out -
not out of its lack of deliciousness -
it doesn't have one of those
-out of her tendency to become something akin to sunlight
conversations with her become art.
poems that i never would have written had she shunned what words id given her
I'm nearly catatonic.
My eyes shift spasmodic in their sockets.
They're closed, and it's far too quiet
for the racket ripping my inner eardrums.
Reliving the sound of grim acceptance.
Slack faced,in the blackness.
"I guess this is it".
I said it then. And I say it now.
  Didn't make a terrible difference,did it?
Gifted quesarito wrappers are
halfheartedly crumpled in the floor.
I was dead, I died, I'm dead once more.
Now he knows.
She introduced his necklace to inferno.
No shame, she set aflame
Flowers from prom night.
Sifted their sweet ashes into a jar
Maybe even prayed the ashes or the glass they came in would leave a scar
Tied it with a pretty ribbon
(maybe just in metaphor)
Grinned while she envisioned
His defeat from afar
(From here I can hear the smile cross her lips.)

And all this time she said she’s sleep
With the teddybear she gave my name
(Lay awake and wish it was me…please…)
(I often do the same)
Still has the jacket named skillet hanging in her closet
(She could wear it if she’s really cold…)
(She hasn’t lied or lost it)
She still has my purple heart
(She has all of them I’m told)
This...this gives me hope I'm scared to hold.
I would very much love feedback on the syle and particular flow of this one. I have a very solid picture and idea in my mind, but it doesnt want to come out in my usual fluid style. I'm wondering if this is completely effective, what i should/could change to improve it.
My Flutter
because a flutter is a group of butterflies
like you give me all the time
I really love your flutter smiles
your flutter eyes, your flutter ears
I've loved you flutter for a couple years
with a fluttery heart and a secret glance
and then we gave our love a chance
to fly, to flutter, and to soar
I want to flutter evermore
yes i know these words are cheesy
but i hope they flutter freely
In your heart and in your mind
as i sneak between your smiles
as i steal my path past grins
i hope that you'll remember them
a simple gift to you from me
I always want to make you happy
The smiles on your face
sweetly fluttering into place
evidence that i make
That butterfly in your chest
flutter quick and race
to your fluttery happy place

I LOVE YOU FLUTTER!
I'll pretend that i forget
If you'll stop pretending you forgot
But you won't
so this is pointless
Just forget it
(It should come natural)
Forget the world
and hold my hand
all i know is that you're mine
that you're close to me
that there is no way i could ever deserve this
that you make me happier than anything
forget the world
lets keep making memories like these
until there is no more anything
not misunderstanding or deflecting
misdirecting or rejecting the facts
not one to deny when I'm wounded
confounded, just one to drown it in hot wax
created in a crucible and tipped back
****** down like coffee that's jet black
what you gave me to swallow
i forgive but can't forget that
This is an anthem of the silent
did you hear that?
I forgive you what you did but can't forget that.
I do not exactly know how i lived. But i did. and I do.
I do not know what it means to live, and yet i have, it is true.  
I am a pendulum, forgotten by physics
I will never not swing.
I will always sing through the air.
and when I'm here, or when I am there
I'll always live, though it's never fair.
tonight your beauty brings me pain
smile not like hail(hell), like rain

but like the fourth under torrent
when your sister "as a joke"
did us a favor, locked the back door
pouring rain, we had to walk through
lingered as long as we could without suspicion
kissed more deeply than i ever could have imagined
let cold drops of liquid dreams roll down our skin
but we were warm entwined and right where we were supposed to be
all those moments when we had
realized that we wouldn't mind at all
if this clishe of romance would
transpire between friends became lovers
no one can take this from us
the day our outlines melted away
into nothing, in the rain
returned soaked and feigned
anger as best as i could
with a smile on my face
I will fight to get to the ******* door
If it costs me all i have or even more
even if it lays me on the ******* floor
even if it just seems like lies and lore
i will fight
to get to the ******* door
I've already thought about taking all the pictures down.
but i keep them up so i'll have to feel each stab
of regret at my ignorance and my explosion
if only i had known what i know now then
maybe i could have saved this
maybe i could have avoided being the man who hurt you the most.
now all i am is a ghost.
your heart from the screen of my computer,
secreted away into some place where i can keep it :D

Gasped and said I stole your heart -
I thought you had given it to me -

You said it wasn't yours to give - that HE was holding onto it for you -
for safe keeping -
i felt like it needed to be kept safe from me -


"i meant the one in the IM
this one  <3
not that thing in your chest
or..i think i did...maybe i didnt? idk"

"Oh haha! Tehe yes. That one I did give you.
I come to consume!
Do not limit what i come to do !
Let loose!
let me blaze through you!
explode your edges into emptiness!
take away your senses,
burn you senseless,
set your edges on fire.
do not limit me!
do not limit my desire!

I come to make you drown!
knock your feet from under you and drag you down!
Don't tell me how!
beg for it to be now!
be hungry, thirsty!
don't tell me where!
I will do it here!
don't ask me when!
i do it now!

Fire and flood
my spirit led by my blood
i melt away
i wash away
the deep and secret sins i heat
they rise to the top of your skin
i wash them away
again and again
these words i whisper yo you and your kin
speak lovingly, I am calling them in
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
a menagerie of midnight looks and licks at her lips
a motley mix of *** and sensual slips between her hips
If only for tonight my face could caress her fingertips
If her chestnut and champagne tresses could traipse across my silhouette
If i could have the privilege to be powerlessly entranced by her eyes like on the day we met
God what I'd give for her goodnight kiss
If before sleep our mouths could be the strings, I'd be her marionette
Wounds get worse before they heal
In facing them we truly feel
in the mastery of circumlocution
you will find no dividends of absolution
we must go through the storm to catch the rainwater
you can be drowned or quench thirst with the same water
the choice is in action or passivity
will you drown or drink with me?
contrary to what one would expect by name
watching goosebumps makes me laugh
manipulate and mishape, mold and miscommunicate
conversations with words like bombshells
wrote a letter with words i'm sure hurt like hell
bit the cap off my sharpie like i pulled the pen from a grenade
wrote beautiful words but they were filled with hurt and pain
i might find solace in lament
so i'll serenade you tonight again
but tonight won't be a love song like i sang you then.
racing, cascading, my brain is aching after tasting
the bitter, bittersweet, sweet, teas
my thoughts are teased out of caffeine
and sugar
they vibrate and hover between my skull
and grey matter
and they shatter
but they matter,
reshape, and they trace through ages of filters
shot glasses clink together
the hiss of flames from a lighter
licking a propane stove
the sparks, as i am taken higher
by the tear drop traces of bitter liquid
the sensations that i love
crashing against my silence clad hubris
a song sang sweetly across my tainted tongue
that's painted numb
i'll grasp this tightly in my fist
this  moment of quiet that has begun
it fades quicker, is lost faster,
than bullets blink from the barrel of a gun
than suns set, than cars wreck,
than one breath becomes none
w jason and indigo
I got a gypsy heart, and i don't know where i'm going,
but i know where to start.
right here, right now, all i am for all you are.
Keep my ramblin feet moving,
i pray one day one can ramble with me,
catch up or never fall behind,
i got major love, but i just cant stay more than tonight.
you might be clever, but you can never,
come close to me, ever,
you are silk and I am leather.

Eviscerate, obliterate, break
and it's too late
wounds can be stitched up
But the edges never line up quite the same
want to know why i act heartless?
because i gave you my heart,
you crushed it and kept it.
you play my heartstrings
like a country star plays her guitar
you sometimes pick up and play
without even thinking about it
it's just spo instinctual a habit
you'r just so used to it
it comes so naturally
like breathing in your sleep
or in my case
thinking so much you can't breathe
the songs you play come out
a little bit at a time
like you're writing them as you go
they sometimes sound like
diamonds falling on a glass floor
broken and beautiful but
the opening to a new door
and sometimes they sound a little but different
like they're just trying so hard to become music
but that one string is too old, been played too long
and with a metallic ringing it breaks
and the sound of your insturment of choice
settles quicklier than i would like
into the silence. of the empy space.
some credit to - the beatles, demon hunter, whoever i heard rhyme star and guitar, and whoever it was that sings the song "broken and beautiful"
In the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god.  It is this word, sometimes referred to as logos, sometimes as Jesus, that has existed eternally and did become incarnate for the love and mercy within himself to be applied to us when we deserved it the very least.  
He (Jesus, the word) took on corruptible human flesh and indwelled it himself, though he is incorruptible. He laid down his riches, his kingdom, his throne, and for mankind became a slave. He willingly and knowingly allowed himself to be offered up as a tribute to defang and defame death. He did so in one of the most imaginably torturous ways to have occurred in human history. He laid himself down to be lifted up. He fought not the fate of crucifixion, for redeeming the fate of man was his mission.
Why would the ultimate goal of the pre-existing God of the universe be to redeem a creation that had defied him? Why, when betrayed, was the ultimately powerful God compelled to give up his ultimate powers to recapture our affections and our fates from what our defiance necessitates?
There are natures of God, which we, as humans, do not fully understand. We understand God to be just. We understand him to be merciful. We understand him to love. Then, we look upon the world and we see death. We see corruption. We see the suffering of innocents at the hands of the wicked. We see terrible natural disasters destroy entire nations.  There appears here to be a confliction of God and his nature(s) with the reality of the state of the world.  
According to Athanasius, these conflicts result from the fall of man. The moment man gave up his purity to corruption, by choice; the entirety of creation began to follow him into evil, into non-being.  Also according to Athanasius, these conflicts are necessary for God to remain consistent unto himself.
God found himself that day of our betrayal, with a conundrum. He was just, and he had allowed our freedom out of love, so that we may, by choice, truly love him, as opposed to , by lack of choice, robotically obey him. We abused that choice, and though he loved us dearly, we struck a bargain with death. It was a debt that would destroy us. It was God’s love that would not allow him to see us destroyed without intervention.
God had spoken and he, being truth, could not reverse his words. To do so would have been to falsify his entire nature. God also loved, and he could not allow the object of his desire to be so ruined as to have never existed. He could not allow mankind to die and remain true to his own being and nature.
And so, God, in the only way possible, paid our debt. He destroyed death by himself coming as the incorruptible to dwell within corruptible flesh. Upon the death of the body he indwelled he, being incorruptible within the body, could not pass away. And so, after three days, with death’s sting in hand, he rose. He was the only one able to become a thorn in death’s side. Thusly he demonstrated his power over death and the payment of the debt of mankind in an acceptable sacrifice.
It was for mercy, it was for justice, it was for love, and it was for grace, that he became incarnate. It was from before time, from the beginning of creation, from the birth of man at his hands, from the moment his breath filled Adam’s lungs, it was from then, that it began. In creation, it is the incarnation and the resurrection that so clearly paint a portrait of God himself, and just how he loves man.  But the incarnation is an image of the character of God, acted out towards his creation. Just as God’s creation is a portrait of himself in some way, so is his rescuing and redeeming it.
He loved us so well he would bleed. He loved us so well he would die. And still, though men ignore, or rail against him, he would love them. He does not turn away. He does not turn his back. If centuries of men turned vile could not repulse him from his love, how much less could another day? He is everlasting, unchanging in his love.
There is a thread of scarlet, weaved from the very moment we fell, up until the day we shall be redeemed in the greatest and last resurrection. This thread from death, to life, through love, is Jesus. It is the word incarnate. His incarnation is a stamp of lipstick that seals a love letter to humanity.
So why it is that he came? He came to live, to be tortured and to die, yes. But what is most important is this: He came for us. And why then did it have to be that he came in such a way? We are men, and so like us, a man was required to pay man’s debt. We owed a debt to death, and so, like we had to, he also had to die.  
So what did his coming accomplish? His coming accomplished restoration of us to a place of life. In a sense, the restoration of the image of god within us to its full manifestation has been replaced within the proper space within us: Though this manifestation will not be finally consummated until our glorification.  It accomplished all it intended, and it intended our full resurrection, in all senses of the word.  We are resurrected unto life, unto intimacy with god, unto hope for a future, unto the loss for words at his love for us. We are resurrected unto eternal paradise with the God-man who loves us most.
This is the reason for the incarnation. We need be not silent about it.
There she stood
and in her hands was my heart
and in her heart were my hands
and there i was
staring into her eyes
and her eyes stared into mine
i looked closely and i
saw my soul swim freely through the sky
the only thing that i could say was "hi"
Like the fire and water that is in it
He prays. He hears. He is in it. It is finished.
Night and Day
He begins and ends in no place.
Like a flood, vortexed, making me
become introspect
You have set yourself as a seal upon my skin
This mark was made by no mere man
My brother and my father,
my lover are suns,
swept away in a sacrifice of blood
The moon is made of me and I Am
a child of fire, born of the same God deemed desire
There is truth hidden in this tattoo

I lay my hand on an alter of incense
may it smolder and remind me of you
Alpha, Omega, white light from night
you pray, you hear, you speak
and the x's and squares flatten into
lines that direct them to your might
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JUAaHurdCMM/TVSnqzqoE5I/AAAAAAAAAZY/gDJ1uUKeJz0/s1600/24-7-prayer.jpg

This is a link to a picture of a 24/7 prayer symbol. I have the sun/moon tattooed on my palm.
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