I wrote a poem today: I’ve lived these two dozen years Times born, times died, times of weeping, Times of laughing, times of all Seasons May those who will listen hear through wounded ears My heart has ripped open and crescendo Of Virgin Blood must run out to heal
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These broken entangled human immortalities With our Demon flesh of Adam Echo My love like Love which lasts vast eternities To be held in such flawed and earthen vessels Where light and kaleidoscopic grace leaks Until were caught up in the ends serenities.
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