Strange Conversations
"Strange Conversations"
Fire come walk with me
so I went walking into
the desolate desert
alone, with Him
but not alone,
the desert has
invisible watchmen
we are never entirely alone.
Silence becomes you
and you speaking
in strange tongues
share strange conversations.
What’s gone before
is done. What is "Now",
is some strange freedom.
What is to come,
who knows what hour
what day, that realisation
in communion, so you
write it all down
to establish 3 parts
like musical notes
in the complex
infusion
waiting to be opened
press any key
to continue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Easter. 2023.
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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