When all around became desolation
and one thing fed into
another ,
the transformation of the soul ,
and revelation of the Pneuma .
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I witnessed three unholy princes ,
at once they devoured each other .
Then in flaming cauldron of light ,
were consumed by flaming
fire .
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Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess ,
the Moon beneath her feet ,
I was delivered by codes and numbers ,
then reunited by her seat .
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The distorted dragon who murders ,
makes charge innocence with crime .
Condemned itself to an endless night ,
this where it would endless lie  .
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Then I saw The Hall of Vibration ,
a most melodious singing
choir .
Touched the hem of His sweet garment ,
the glory of Jehovah .

I am married to this earth,
this field, this silence,
even as the ocean offers itself.

I walk  it with my dog on his leash
pulling restlessly ahead,
biting at the frenzy scent trail
he knows exists in the air.

The woods beyond are gray.
So is the sky.  

I hear— the echo of
a  trickling brook.  
My dog, inhales—
the last traces of  
dying greens, the odors
of tantalizing blues yielding
to the coming season.

The horizon reels away
until my eyes can no longer
take it in and the sky matches
the coming night—
contains itself in the field,
in every thing.  

Drops of rain splash
and  fall off my nose
onto my tongue.
The taste is bittersweet.
The scent, silences  
my dog’s barking
with the promise of petrichor.

The hidden brook silently turning
breathes in the renourishment—
the earth, the field,
praise the distant blessing
of a dying Hurricane Debby
bequeathing its last bits
for this life.

In my *******,
I feel the grace
of an unseen promise.
In the walk back home,
I am aware that each
foot thud is full of mud—
the marriage of ocean and land.

She is heralded by
the barking of dogs ,
the triple moon goddess
Hecate , Diana or Lucina .
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She wanders the Night ,
the crossroads
three ,
resplendent in moonlight ,
she is keeper of the keys .
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In time of Dark Moon ,
through secret doorway ,
protected by
wolves ,
she walks with the dead ,
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She wanders the Night .

Little by little,
I am being transformed.

Moment by moment,
They can’t be ignored.

For a long while,
These changes I could not see.

I would look at others,
Comparing them to me.

And all the while,
I was dying on the inside.

It’s happened for so long,
The many tears I have cried.

But now, 
There’s less of a fight.

And now,
I have courage in spite.

It’s not for anyone else,
This journey’s for you and me.

This journey is pivotal,
To authentically be.

I'm a demolitions expert of renown
Star of the show, the talk of the town
A destroyer of worlds they say
Or at the very least a destroyer of one

Voices rang inside my head
When things were good in my life
The urge to sabotage, the want to destroy
The desire to go off-course, the desire to stop

It has been there for as long as I can remember
Guiding me to the dark path
More often winning than being ignored
It was something I blamed for the way things are

But that was just me, my subconscious, my insecurity
Molding my decisions to be as suboptimal as possible
I need to accept, and got to learn accountability
Face the consequences, and fix the broken crucible

I want to destroy no more, for destruction is already here
Already suffering for the mess I have made
What I thought I deserved, I definitely do not
Now I have to make do with what little I have left

Let it stand as a lesson, let it stay as a warning
Beware when you light the fuse and watch the sparks
They may shine beautifully, but they are searing to the eyes
And if you do continue, give the big boom my regards