A verse inscribed in fire and light.
Keter
Sources say there is an invisible source of physical pressure that maintains the tight stability of our earth,
I think that might be you.
The hand of God is upon me as I weave between traffic
Causing me to be tall and not to stumble yet.
And the weather was lousy every day but today
So I think today is the day I was supposed to be sitting in this coffee shop
Writing this poem for you, to crash like a high tied against
The dam of your eyes and keep them shut
For it is the sick who need the doctor and it is only the sick who die in their sickness
It was Yahweh’s will to crush our little kabal and cause us to suffer
A tree planted by
Streams of deception
With deep roots in cognitive dissonance
And we have fallen
As we were meant to fall
Into alien hands; the invisible grip of the Immovable
And the only thing broken beyond repair is your control.
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