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Look Beneath Your Feet


Look beneath your feet.

Look beneath your feet, she waits.

Look beneath your feet, before it’s too late!

Look beneath your feet, see her leaning?

Gaze on her beauty! Smile at her smiling green and blue and rainbow of hues never imagined in our monstrous belief. She needs me. She desires me, if I’ll but believe in Love.

When the wars began, the people lost their minds, zombies clanking along a pathway of thorns; screaming, gnashing teeth, hair and suffering; not eternal, it just seemed forever… Hush now, Love. I’m here. I will never forsake you.

Be Love and believe in me.

If I am called I may have to run more than I walk, cry more than I talk. ...Sweet cello beneath my belief, what sorrow have you not seen, you, with your strings humming away at my mind, at my consciousness?

I must wake up! I’ve not much time! Move my feet, raise my voice!

I will. I am.



© 2011 by mark prime
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