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Lingering Lines

August 24, 2011

i shoot to other planetary moons
and unravel the illest type flows
like a fire hydrant without a hose
not just lyrically, but spiritually and ethereally
leave no trace but sometimes come back with an offering
a gesture or some words to bless the other third
of the sleep world that sits patiently with their swords
battle ready, mind steady
free of hate with no such thing as boredom
cuz we love doesnt mean that we soft
now with the same source of strength as He who died on the cross
how? by cleansing, dirt brought out
plow the field and sow the seed
fresh and black earth when nothing lacks
empowered by the sound i cant hear
the frequency unattenuated rings me like a bell
our Father silently speaking


From → Poems

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