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647 · Dec 2010
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jermaine Dec 2010
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I'm awake,
but not quite
Bewitching hour again
Crowded at the ends
nothing in between
Void inside
Dark in my eyes
Sweat chills my skin
Still Trembling still
Awake, I began to ponder
seek the witch and her master
Flick the light switch on
Reach for my dog sleeping at my feet
Turn to touch the snoring woman beside me
Look around again
I am the witch and devil's master
I see
I recognize
But never learn
To sleep or to wake
Such is my self ordered fate
Up again at 4:08
jermaine Dec 2010
We live to die, be born, die, and live again

Each an expanding and contracting galaxy, racing from and toward Love

No freedom except in Love
All drawn of creation
All design of evolution

One,
or nothing at all.

— The End —