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Oct 2020
Where is the white stone?
Perhaps the slate of my mind blanked with lye
is the printing press of the new name I've been given.
If you've been told you will forget, or be unable to pronounce
lest the one sided blade of your tongue be exposed.

The sword of my mouth
the synagogue of Balaam
The stumbling blocks of lust and impotence
the double bladed tongue of fire lashing against the sky.
The tragedy of Jezebel, a forgotten angel of God.
The Right Cross of Consciousness and the seal of the matrix.
One person out of 7 billion and change.

He who has an ear hears the spirit and the pulse.
He who holds the hand gestures is a light house
he who's feet are hammered bronze will hold the Light.
He who holds a pillar bears the weight of his own saga
he who is lukewarm in hes dealings holds sulfur in his mouth
and i quote
"He who has an ear, let him hear what the spirit says to the Toad."
Late Sep 2020
Jordan Gee
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Jordan Gee  35/M/Lancaster, PA
(35/M/Lancaster, PA)   
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