THESE ARE THE WRITES OF A TRAVELER
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
THE SOUND AS I DIGRESS...
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I have no desire to change you... Such perfection thou art as dribbled from Allahs hand.
I see no reason to linger in thine past for presently thou makest I the happiest entity that dwells in this and all the other galaxies.
A look in thine eyes and I am swept across the vast panorama of time... A speck of dust, a man, a speck of dust again.
Drifting across thy skin I am the chronicle as I remember the exact placement of every mark... Lines becoming the map that would free my people.
The words parting thy lips are Oracle and I absorb them into the being I am.
To change thee would be to bring the cosmos crashing down... Retracting into an infinitisimal speck... Imploding into nothingness a moment before the big bang.
Where once we stood at the pinnacle we shall stand again... We perched on the precipice looking into the darkness formation.
Voices calling from the void proclaiming we Kings and Queens... Echoing... Echoing...Elation.
Petty notion of religiosity crushed in our very existence... In the bond we share.
I feel thee in the palpitations of mine beating heart... In the rushing blood of my veins.
I have no desire to change you.
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