Dead man walking

Oblivious to love’s heat, mind was unable to tweet scents that pervaded the air, seeking a lifelong affair. Save in silence, we are bound to dark desires that confound but if we’re still, voids soon fill, making swift ascent uphill. Knowing we’ll return to dust, to what avail’s savage lust, denying us love’s embrace and benedictions of grace? May each breath be intimate, wherein polarities mate, that as bliss rapture heightens, our soul’s auric field brightens. Aligned with the cosmic hum, we’ll feel God’s magnetism strum thirty three notes on our spine, making us on earth divine. Being by thought forms decoyed, bigots notice not the void, falling to ego stalking, they’re like a dead man walking.