Flashing gods boom in numinous projections,
phantom demons lying in the mind's mirages
surging their charges of whispered barbs
into the pulse;
paranoia's thunder shakes in the pearled innocence
as eve of one's conscience awaits the dreaded storms.
Struck by the crooked fingers of awakening,
coma of shrouded presumptions clears
walking awkward in the startled scars of profound;
flame of revelatory strike
creates a fire in the soul


A first time for everything? you seemed to do this as if you have always done this/// I love it.




Jeannie




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