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Divine Words (a poem)
I sit and spit til my soul hurts
filled with flashes of light from divine words
the blessings pool under my tounge only to
hit the ground in showers of divinity
the grains of my thoughts shift under
the winds of reason
as the moons of my imaginataion exlipse
the blazing sun of my dreams
bathing my mindscape in
beautiful glimmering shades of darkness
here I frolic with my senses
tasting touch while hearing smell
elevated I seem to reach the divine
with the height of the tides
in the dream sea
only to be pulled back in the trough
by an undercurrent of doubt
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