Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Spontaneous Direction Combustion

The air of blowing direction whispers its secret
As it gusts pass the ear to mind
Influence is the inners word
Others will break against walls of patience, peace and wisdom
Seeing doors ajar where before seamless boundaries stood
Progression onto platforms where purpose ignites from embers of warmth into flames of defining realisation
Truth is what shapes the word
Truth was the anchors release 
The crystaled memory faceted with depths of its identity ... His identity
Set free upon the world, upon all time and space

mF

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