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jeffrey robin Apr 2014
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~~~~~~~~~~~he

bore upon himself  -////- the ARK

( the ark of the covenant he made
---/////-----the PROMISES ! )

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Oh so many CREATURES
(Gifts of the creation )

The ark was CROSSed with so many images of DEATH

But, lo HIS WILL !

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He would master his fear so he could fulfill

DESTINY!

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(Come -- come
Along this the real path where real signs shall
Be revealed )

And your real name

As a true WONDER
may be beheld

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Within the Silences
That like fingers upon golden brows
Call forth the sacred lamp to shine once more

And reveal the DOOR
that is your heart !

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YES YES WE KNOW YOU SUFFER THAT IS WHY WE ARE HERE !!

NOT TO WATCH YOU DANCE LIKE ****** AROUND THAT GOLDEN CALF THAT YOU ADORE!

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We carry forth all that shall ever live

We have been carrying you from the start

We know all the secrets of LIGHT AND DARK

WE ARE THE LOVERS UNQUENCHABLE
AND UNDECEIVING !

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Ride the ark across waters red with blood

Across love tinged with wanton lust or
Purposes of enslaving

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It is your ark your covenant your cross your creatures

It is you who is the sole god amongst all who are living

In memory or in breathing

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It shall rain for 40 days and nights or not at all and you shall rise again and be reborn to climb a mountain that might or might not be there to sing with angels or fellow god-like human beings

Some who may even be writing poems here for you to read in hopes that you might become free

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The ark

Whatever symbol that might please

And awaken your curiousity

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Your promise !

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Hopes cares and dreams

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He bore

Upon himself all pain

He never suffers for it is you he bares

And for you he would do anything
to be this is a privilege some write, and I agree

to be this that lives
and breathes
is a gift

I sat there
looking out the window
as vulnerable
and as frail as any other living creature
with my wounded feet covered in bandaids
with black chipped nails
with spongy untamed hair
undeceiving

it is a privilege Campbell
to sit here bare as I am
truly it is

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