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The tempest of the wine
That keeps me drunk
Thou art keep me drowning with
My breathing
With bliss
Seriously lacking in moral fiber.
The truth
        Is
Love doesn’t
  Recognize
All the artificial
Man made restriction
    We try to place
           On it

       It simply
flows between
    Souls and overwhelm
The hardest hearts

     Love is power
            Love
          Is peace
Kindly choose love
This puppet
Pulls at her
Own strings
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
Jen
(Dim) Abyss.
Nothing Appears
Until,
"You."

You asked,
"What is the point of all this?"

The View,
In the distance
No longer
Changes,
It appears
Sedentary.

It moves
Through
Fractals
That
Forever,
Consummate,
The Spiral.

It Invisibly
Connects
Tunnels,
That Blanket
Across
Unseen
Silence.

To change
The Scenery
With
Each
Revision;
Timeless.

A (Light),
Expanding
Ever (Bright),
Plays
As it displays
Itself
In
Dark
Energy.

"Where
Am
I?"

"You
Are
Here,
With me...

Always
Will be."

A present time,
Connects
To the
All-Knowing
Eye.

We've
Been
In
The Continuum,

This
Entire
Time.

"Wake up
Now."

"It's not your turn yet."
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
lost
feel
 Nov 2018 Sacred Johnson
lost
i can't seem to put my feelings on paper
or speak them
you have seem to take my breath
away
but i can still breath
how strange.
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