...She had been punctured from the inside~and Her shattered Core harnessed the wailing waves of this Primordial Mourning.
... Into violent vibration arose the Creation of this Principle...
~ We are all but the Sacred Wounds of Her Original Innocence.

   ~•~
It's not the Sound...It never was the Sound~
It's what I heard before I fell back into this All again~so Now all the Things I've Lost~ I find It All in Time...
I can't pretend It anymore.

It's not always in this Place to Go and Live and Lose and Love and Be All that ever was...
See~

No one tells You anymore what to expect so You just have to guess...and You guess...and You get what You get.

But You won't know what You knew before...Oh No.    

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That's restored to Everything that could ever have been explored..

...And You fell to It All again because You knew It was something that you would have to find..

Lost in the Rhythm again Love...
No one but Eye could be able... too wrapped Inside.

And Gone...Emeraldly
And Gone In...A Head

And I fell again to Heavens Dance~to Heaven's Bed.

I guess I took out of my Heart...
I guess It made Itself known why I Love You so~

Nothing here pretends to know~it just goes on and lives and grows and knows that it falls back to its Heaven

~•~

and Heaven begins again.
Never, Never did It end too long to go back again...No!
~too long to know that Nothing lasts Forever.

~Just your Soul...just your Holy Sigh, You leave the rest behind because You can't refine and You can't resign in this
until you've lost your Heart~
~•~
The broken pieces You can find went Home~

...Are never Gone...it's just to find them again...That's All.      
            
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I saw you on the first day of school
To think that you saw me made me a fool
I couldn't say why you made me inwardly smile
I kept my delicious feeling secret for awhile

You, and I were schooled together
I thought I'd keep my secret forever
But, children know more than we think
When they'd worked it out, it made a stink

I felt embarrassed for you
For me I felt cold, I let anger take hold
I denied any feelings and retreated to words
A new name was passed to me, I was known as a *****

Yet, still my itch of wanting you lasted long
I clung to the notion that you'd see they were wrong
But, at nineteen we went our separate ways
I think of you still even these days.

Do you think when we die
We turn to rust or to dust?
Made by machinery or by a Deity?
By labourers in a factory?
Or, lovers in a field?
Either way, we rust or turn to dust.