I ATE my years of life and wept in graves and brought bones back to life.

How you sing and consider me a young apprentice.
Hook and finger — how we came here seeking knowledge: what they cannot teach
in college //so turning brass hearts into gold.    

wE caught between tongue and folly.

Attached within heart and sharing fingers.
I hearled singing how i seek destiny you sold
how your eyes are shiny and ancient old.

yOUR SErvants are y0ur Master:

In intuition i will extend my hands as my whole
heart explodes with praise.  

My heart is a tower of seeing past transgressions
and i am not afraid even if an army rises to attack
— to live is to sing and never wonder/
my life so close to him \  that takes pleasure
in my every prayer for that gold band around
our fingers.  

:: 11.18.2021 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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