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if you found the alter of Issac

Posted to Poetry

you would find laughter for your love loss
and see the hording
as an empty promise

instead of sex and syntax, merely speak "I am"

walk the middle way, the light and death
sing and pluck your soul through vallies
hill high and bass string low

understanding people make for stepping stones of welcome

all watching is a marathon and charity of energy

one can see the face of God
tatooed upon the back
trailing with windy whispers
once the thunder's past