Monday, August 11, 2014


long I've leaned against the door

emptied out and done for sure

sky irradiated with my own light

blocking the blackness out of the night

oh you pitiful wicked fools

who cover your eyes and cling to false rules

you will peek to look and be turned to ash

in a blaze of revelation that will never pass

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