I shall love diners after Death Famished from a million mile trek
Soft dances, whimsical, flowing
All in time and In step Effervescent in its antiquity
Light penetrates the vociferate soul
A blinding silhouette Reveals the true physique
casting no shadows
back, at last, back to the harmony &. surrealism of our sacrarium, our home
no more hours to waste away
nothing to signifying
night from day no need to search for words to convey
As we began we return just as we should
our recrudescence revivifies our sainthood
with No judgment charged upon us
with no reward for Good neither condemned are the noxious
immoral nor the many many absurd
For those deleterious malignant calamities must remain incarcerated on Earth
from whence it came
As we Return once again
soul cleansed in beatific death
The physical abandoned with sin
Jan 1, 2010
Jan 1, 2010 at 7:03 AM UTC
I shall love diners after Death Famished from a million mile trek
Soft dances, whimsical, flowing
All in time and In step Effervescent in its antiquity
Light penetrates the vociferate soul
A blinding silhouette Reveals the true physique
casting no shadows
back, at last, back to the harmony &. surrealism of our sacrarium, our home
no more hours to waste away
nothing to signifying
night from day no need to search for words to convey
As we began we return just as we should
our recrudescence revivifies our sainthood
with No judgment charged upon us
with no reward for Good neither condemned are the noxious
immoral nor the many many absurd
For those deleterious malignant calamities must remain incarcerated on Earth
from whence it came
As we Return once again
soul cleansed in beatific death
The physical abandoned with sin
*Copyright John D. Christmas @2011
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