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I’ve learned to love a blade’s edge… I am nobody and somebody with nowhere to go: the border between Manhattan’s East and West Streets ground and stone reason and faith mother and father, the Father and the Son. I’m the Holy Spirit, the shadow always mediating between phrases “Serve me” and “Agape”… I am this sentence. I want you, for this moment; this sliver between life and death, this Mississippi cutting through a continent. I was in Adam, after his expulsion: Let the green apple be lodged in my throat while washed in the image of Eden before I leave, so in cursing my fate and love what is… Sharp and dangerous, always ready to use conscience and **** according to judgment, the thrill, the second where happiness and sadness is satisfaction, I am there. Nothing ever gets done without me. I am a peninsula, imparting land to waters and seas divinity to mortality: Pentecostal. The blade’s edge ready to cut and be cut. In the name of the Father and the Son and me Amen… Go to heaven if you cannot accept hell. Go to hell if you cannot accept heaven. As any mediator, I am a nation unto myself, my fate, my exile.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
Holy Spirit
I’ve learned to love a blade’s edge… I am nobody and somebody with nowhere to go: the border between Manhattan’s East and West Streets ground and stone reason and faith mother and father, the Father and the Son. I’m the Holy Spirit, the shadow always mediating between phrases “Serve me” and “Agape”… I am this sentence. I want you, for this moment; this sliver between life and death, this Mississippi cutting through a continent. I was in Adam, after his expulsion: Let the green apple be lodged in my throat while washed in the image of Eden before I leave, so in cursing my fate and love what is… Sharp and dangerous, always ready to use conscience and **** according to judgment, the thrill, the second where happiness and sadness is satisfaction, I am there. Nothing ever gets done without me. I am a peninsula, imparting land to waters and seas divinity to mortality: Pentecostal. The blade’s edge ready to cut and be cut. In the name of the Father and the Son and me Amen… Go to heaven if you cannot accept hell. Go to hell if you cannot accept heaven. As any mediator, I am a nation unto myself, my fate, my exile.
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Cheong Ju, South Korea
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
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