Saturday, October 17, 2009

god: question

and in all darkness you call... why have i not heard you before? was it I that closed the door to infinite beginning?

how humble I become when you show me the bruises, the torn skin, the smell...

why must I lay here in truth knowing that no perfection exists unto you?

it is in disgust that I rage, and with extreme love that I ask for vision,
how have you come here?
and what am i to you?

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