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Rustle McBride Jun 2016
Who am I?
Born five thousand years ago
with wedge inset in clay,
I am ideas become eternal,
immortal
and divine.

Do you not know me?
The *Bringer of Fire,

the Epigrapher of Life?
I turn energy to stone.

It is I,
the Aleph and the Omega.
The hieroglyphic
Holy Spirit
and Keeper of the Lexicon.

I am Scribe.
The writer.
The original alchemist.
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**Fear me!
part of a larger piece I'm working on
Meteo Nov 2015
Some nights I leave the door unlocked, though there is no proof, they are still after me. You are the last place I look for lost things. If I could stop thinking about you I would tell my psychiatrist but I wouldn't tell my priest. There is a lifetimes worth of new years promises pending upon your lips, nothing gets me through most nights like practicing in front of a mirror. I believe the fire inside of you will burn me, but I know no other way to get close to you.

Some nights I dream of you backwards and leave the doors unlocked, if you walked out on me, then I would know one of us wasn't telling the truth.

Lighthouses on purpose, fire escapes on mute. I am the patron Saint of second chances, I count the heartbeats away from you. I believe in nothing else. There is a rock in my breast pocket, I don't know how it got there, but it reminds me of you.

— The End —