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Visions, Swift with the Dawn


Dip the bowl into the well and draw back her love in buckets. Do not tarry at the waning light, you’ve got little time left to fly straight my brittle girl.

We live together, we die together into our next turn on the wheel. So imagine if you say nothing.

The loudest cry will be mine at not having seen myself before now, having ignored the truth beneath my feet. Who can craft a punishment for that sin and not imagine themselves queen or king?

Do not go. Stay…

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Seen, now move. Seek the harness and relinquish fears hold on you. Fear is the mind-extinguisher.

None of it…

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The reckoning is upon us, our gallant feet clanking along as if it’s adrift- No! We are asleep, unfeeling for our destruction!

All that we are, stewards. All we’ve ever been, stewards. Children bow to all she gives without asking for anything in return…

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Agony is where you are and Heaven’s where you must stay, leaving her would jeopardize eternity by the laws that do not obey…

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Creation is ripe with fruit and loving all the while- what were we to do, cried the masses. Pray! For her sake pray! Pray now! Pray she stays…

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Eternity has been waiting a very long time for this open door, so unbuckle and fly your wings to heaven’s floor! Remember where you are! Remember what you are! Remember who you are! Who you are comes like an avalanche in its totality, beautiful to behold, not experience. Eternity waits for my rumble…

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The last story was told by we, by you, by me, through you to me, spirit, belief, that it be good, loving, kind, humbling, giving, dancing and swaying to the siren, bending to her breath, her knee-bent words. Remember it all...

© 2011 by mark prime



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