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We're still sleeping, not the news, not a movie, not a book, but God, the essense of all things! I am here and I am ready to continue my dance with God, with the fullness of the spirits, the one truth, the unfolding, the nuance, the slate bluff trailed down like an avalanche as God, as (H)eartH speaks through Me! Through, God, from She to Me, from Love to Peace and then to God, then to Love, then to the drum of our own duty, or our sisterhood, or brotherhood, our kinship with all peoples, build, build, build, let breathe, let breathe, breathe, breathing now, next and next, second, moment, minute, hour, day, night, breathe she calls to me, she begs that I awaken to rescue a fallen angel who is rescuing Me... I will rescue her, I'll go last and rescue myself, triumph with her forgiveness, with the echo, the flip-side, the one, the two, done. So be it. Peace

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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