August 2011
2 posts
and amen.
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infinite spirits long for infinite love.
wider than the span of our imaginations
yet cozy enough to fit the lost sinner.
clothed in skin and hair and bones and muscles
marked by time and years and years
spirits. dulled by suffocating flesh.
flesh. warring against time.
spirits. longing for love.
amen.
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i used to think the chasms were unending.
that the way my soul would twist and writhe, bending over itself in anguish
would see no finiteness.
that the longing would grow so wide and so deep that all of me would
disappear
in its absolute infiniteness.
despair is a cruel demon. wrangling its host with merciless pictures
painting a world of fears in vivid hues of white lies and black...