heaven was small and i had it in hand and in the DARKNESS OF MY HAND, i had a cottonwood tree seed that would entangle life on a planet or another uncreated world that could not be seen until i opened my hand and there the light within had shown darkness darker and lonely. then i saw her in all Her apparel and i fell in love for the first time in the dark of the night when she was there looking for Me.
Thursday, October 3, 2024
All Heroes Go to Hell
death is benevolent, a sweet epithet of tears pouring out to dry during a quiet storm. that swiftly blows the Dust of Devils across the desert gardens of time bringing forth the seeds of peace unto that day of resurrection rising at noon so that life can continue in the monsoon season before the evening comes. before Her sons awaken every twenty years.
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