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The day before…Boomed the silence…The day before…Boomed the silence...

Can anything be said that has not been before, when we imagined our souls came into being? Club the beast, then come to, and then drink some water, and you may be able to recall your journey. Your gangling limbs can’t hold such knowledge, won’t sustain such damage, can’t herself be killed, she goes and breaks an axis and disintegrates to hell, we had better be ready for Love to come calling. “Who do you think you know? Love? No. If your god knew Love, he’d look down upon her beauty and see, finally see, after too many damned years, too damned many!"

I was supposed to be this child. Who else could I have been, but this child? My scars are not me. My past is not me. My belief, my truth, my Love, all wrapped up tight and shipped via voice, special delivery, you’ve been served!

Don’t imagine you need a lift, because I’m going that way? Hop in! Where you headed?

The old man winked at the child to say I love you. Remember?

If you don’t let your memory swim higher than you’re willing, prepare to.

Tell your friends, your family, souls in the flesh, that they’ve need of Love.

I’ve been called… because I answered. In answering rose I. Risen again, from the Mother’s dream, the Grandmother’s instruction, and Great Grandmother’s masterpiece. How dare we imagine we know more? We know nothing. We know not who we are, we know not what we are, and we know not where we are…

The day before…Boomed the silence…The day before…Boomed the silence

© 2011 by mark prime

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