956.
Gold and shimmering--
I wept tears.
It was a human shape against a crystal sea
when the great light came over me.
957.
Not until the sun rises, warm and orange, gold and shimmering, over the crystal sea, can I see the darkness of the night before the dawn. I slept--was unaware--when the kingdom came.Silence crept into my vision. Shame bleed into cold. I drank the honey of the glamorous and became like the mud; heaving, hiding, hoarding--the silence--was I exposed--uncovered--unknown--a face in millions. I hid because I was naked.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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