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Tuesday, June 5, 2018


A longing for peace
In a world of strife, conflict
The end of anguish

Falling to my knees
Washing blood from the altar
Clotting in the cup

Give me some relief
Pull the sliver from my eye
Cleanse me with the truth

I will cling to it
Fall into its gravity
Its binding rhythm

A pulsing of light
Waves embracing Earth and Moon
Do not deny me

The approaching sun
Projecting dreams in the void
Plasma, hot and bright

The solar winds blow
A geometry of dance
Sweeps the firmament


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