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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Creation of Truth In the beginning . . . Vacant bodied I waited unaware of the night, for the light had burnt with age and in this darkness he comes. Hazy eyes strain to see a blinding glory blazing through diamondless sky humming crackling voltage deciding what is good enough to be had. Warmth floods into unrealized depths dreamy heart feels undiluted sincerity honey dipped words falling, unlimited potential and old world valor. Something is awakened. Gravity cannot contain thought, floating airily to angels ears their worry cannot contain the growth; tomorrows push unrestrained bearing a future pregnant with promise as the past is skimmed away. Idolatrous lover becomes the centre filling life into the emptiness each morning until my magnetic core seeks him leaving fanatic longing when he departs I wait, knelt in the night for the divine breath of life. I begin to hear strange cries. Cloaked in darkness there are others, hovering lovers casting shadows dimming his beautiful blaze and also waiting to be filled. Made in His image to rule the wild consumed with high domination creating a tangible self-worth bowing animals to undeserving knee with gentle whispers and cruel lashes. Obedient beasts we surrender. On the seventh day . . . His work was done, cemetery of the broken and he saw that it was good leaving to rest.
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