On the eve of destruction,
Desolation, and extinction.
Change and continuity.
The holy grail of truth.
It took us a long time to get here.
Words that are steps
to where something else could be.
Something more important than you
and what you think.
This offering swells deep within
the true house of life.
We are left to lament with this blessing.
A thought in the light in the womb of the storm,
Clenched within the palm of live.
Coming up empty; clouded-
riding on the chariot of loss…
The words wealth… self consumed redemption
We are in awe.
We are rich and in love with ourselves.
Tearing open you chest to hide in your ribcage.
Passing through your veins
in ways of word and phrase.
Confined by what can’t occur in our mind.
None of this is real.
None of this was ever real.
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