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Breathe once more before you begin your shriek

Breathe once more before you begin your shriek. Breathe once more before time jumps the tracks and I’m left without a breath, without a shred, lost in my own web, unaided, save for the spirits that swim in me. The eyes of creation, you, the ears of creation, you. And so on, and begin to correct the grave injuries to our mother, eartH. Her eyes swim oceans to me, her arms, Love to all. All and everything, this is heaven. Please consider it the only heaven, up to this point that you’ve known and look what you’re doing to the eartH,  Love. If it is not "Love, why do you care, I’m out of here and off to heaven with-"

Out! This stage shakes beneath my feet and you pretend to pretend to understand the weight? Bring me from beneath my questions! I want to soar with you!

Let me remember this moment,  Love, my expanding mind may give way…

Life’s indeed a stage, but how can we all be actors in the very same play and not imagine that we all might be wrong? One of us is wrong. And I hope, if you are right and there is a hell, that your God would reconsider this: Love.


© 2012 by mark prime


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