Sunday, May 20, 2012


Flooding through the blue crossed coercion
       pulsing, breathing, fading.
Tirelessly projecting, yet never complying.
       dimly progressing, slowly tarnishing.
Alas, evaporation meets pixilation
       as it shatters into the obis.

Until Your arms open wide
       embracing the broken tangles,
Until Your love covers all
       the broken crevices of my heart.
Until You softly whisper sweet sorrows into my ear.
Well done, my dear child. Well done.

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