The imaginary DREAM-like leaping
page from page of static moments
i bit the felt-tip pen of god’s
creative hand and the golden
drops of his timeFlesh bled
into my EyeChasm pools
Consciousness is WingBird
without feathers beating
eternity into a meal
that mortalBEING mouths
devour
:: 01-11-2015 ::
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