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Life's Longing For Itself

God was the first to drop the mirror and a mighty crack was born crisscrossed by two the webs of life began Webbed paths merged though time over shattered remnants of a holy glass puzzle no three feet may tread upon a single cracked line Though life lines cross and parallel one another new fractures are created branching from fracture to fracture in an endless labyrinth all can belong to only one. Individual fault lines between heaven and earth versify life and life itself sustains the desire to break the mirror. Lives and lines of life begin and though the edges of those lines run close and cross the lines of their conception... They are separate weaving themselves into the mirrored web of life's longing for living.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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