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Elliptical Part2

The moon is the compass to more than lunatics the world shines forth on course to break the habits of Heretics The void, the miasmic zone The desert a monicker of mine to show what on an empty canvas I can do, or to leave desolate as an epiphany to grow Nomadic trackers seek me out in the signs in the sands of the Mountains of the moon they brave the desert to find, signs written in the dunes Craters, calligraphy written of the Creator the sands of time just rivulet capulet capitol letters of loves endless sea where miracles are all the better skylined wink of nursery bard story shine, on the starlight makes the moon an adorned and pregnant bride, from the Sun having a little me time as the nativity hears the tales The sun, the moon and stars they make nimbus across the sky as the Battle En tales The stardust makes for night light, blink of the divine to shine and shine and shine the light of the stars, and fill the dark like fruit to the vine Like star and moonglow on the desert snow The moon and sun meet as two stars adjoined-to each other to know in marriage, one shines to, as the other beams, with child, aglow. The ecliptic a carriage and around we go. Family, children, Husband, Wife, Creator, its written in the stars. Heaven a front row seat in a vast ampetheatre. God has his actors His scripts and His laws, that plan for the Future. They say their lines without flaw, learn to love! The main attractions and the special features.

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Date: 9/5/2019 9:43:00 AM
Excellent imagery and word pairings. I felt like I was dining in an exquisite restaurant.
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Jude Herrick
Date: 9/7/2019 1:24:00 AM
Thank you Richard :)

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