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Click hereBeats cadenced and Moving in a rhythm
....souls entwined and caught in whirlpools of dark trepidations....
why are there any doubts,
the skies hold pregnant promise
...the fields of waving corn....
Must they become the killing grounds of dreams
...or will they stand and bend
sway and hold,
safe in their embrace
As mothers hold their Own and ones Their Ones....
who is the holder and who the shielder,
why will the Moon shine down on the pallored night
...Nay it was as He made it...
a pilloried form...
Ravished and taken, What had I said?
...Multitudinous specks In Gods eyes.....
again and again, the refrain,
washed shells of white ,
pristine in their azure beauty
....Handled in fragile shells....
gated and shuttered....
Make Me in that visage...
Hold on and the tears, the rends...
who Fixes, He promised no marks
....well not permanent anyway.....
ravel them together as His were once and will again......