Embrace of Certainty
Original life seemed too uncertain, trees needed conversion like pagan fancies, the civility of a wiser priesthood; black dirt and running streams hid fortunes from
February 24, 2011
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Original life seemed too uncertain, trees needed conversion like pagan fancies, the civility of a wiser priesthood; black dirt and running streams hid fortunes from
I should write about the fights I lost, about bigger angels and the punishment they exact, the feeling in the gut when the tide shifts
Strength comes with the morning, from a troubled dream to the gray palette of winter sky, inviting a hidden self to awaken beyond the body,
I want to break over the horizon and shine my inner light on the frost covered earth, feeling the boundless just one more time, free