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THE BOX FLOATED BEFORE ME. IT SEEMED TO CRUMBLE THE NEARER TO TRUTH IT GREW



The box floated before me. It seemed to crumble the nearer to truth it grew and I was scrambling around for the pieces that resembled me and there were so many of you and I danced as fast as I could, but these secrets, they‘ve got to go! Those that sought my heart like a hunter and those that shrieked at my sightlessness came calling their whispers for me to turn up the volume on my dreams and the old familiar song would begin and belief would carry me to the brink of me and…

I cried because of what I saw of man. I howled when my choices were revealed to me wearing their grave sorrow.

Fear. My sin is fear, yet there have been times when my elixir was courage, another name for spirit. It’s true.

This night I’ve learned a thing about myself, dancing with all spirits can be a distraction, each of you- Goodness. Safety. Love…

Where am I? Heaven?

(Yes.)

There are those that have believed in truth over belief and to those I smile on and ask, where was your voice protesting war, hunger, thirst, suicide? Love was there and you sold out on the soaring voices of your dreams that told you everything is going to be alright. Don’t tremble so, she forgives you, now Love!



© 2012 by the spirits dancing with mark richard prime


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