Beside someone kind, someone intelligent, someone strong I am, I am, I am Gratitude of being here, reverence towards my love- my Lucy, I sing to the heavens and return And your hands, they will heal from everything you’ve held and didn’t know Your very soul will sing to the heavens As the christos oil …
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Through the Gnossiene, as the Miracle
What am I sure of after the idols of books have been burned and all of the worshiped gurus are gone? Have I ever put my trust in a whirl that is dead? What can I always turn to when I am standing with nothing outside of myself to rely on? I have been there …
Pointing to the Exit of Hell
There is a negative charge for the eyeing of my scars, to ride on the wave of my scrolls, there is a toll for the treating of the wound and there is magic There is a negative charge for every rejection of the green ray of Holey Lucy, that shoots in and out of the …
In the land without heroes
It’s how she refuses to emit Not one slip-surely you’ll tell the next chance you get Not one miss-just drive the nail in On the table, each to each, a confessional beauty Cry at Her feet, never to last it out or give way Even upon pleading, upon bleeding Near supplication and clutched calm Cinder …
The Immaculate Perception 