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Chain lightning cast an eerie aural... glowing arc
followed by a low pitched rumbling
taking my consciousness ...far
beyond horizons, fore and aft...
to imaginations parallel dimensions
which... exist perhaps, of dreams of souls
as much like ours as not...
countless lives starting with the love...
like family... because, those who start
...with nothing
had a backstop in the stars
looking back, at the black hole
from whence there was no escape
...for the light
because, if seen...
the discovery would surely expose,
give traction to the fear of... those watching,
of... seeds of rebellion catching wind
conditions ripe for change...
finding hearts, eager to fill the void...
with hope...
though, without doubt...
some tortured soul, undoubtedly
thirsted for vengeance...
no doubt, between each... tortured spirit
in the spiritual pool...
the eternal one ...held court...
granting some hope for entrapped souls
of spiritual release for their loved ones
the communion of common heartbeats...
searching from within
from the beginnings of creation
in the tides of man
flowing, undercurrents...
releasing a ghostly cadence
from the first spark of self identity
fuel for thoughts of being...
independent ...of the need...
for a single leader...
each heart exposed
from the bridge of souls...
close to the edge
of life...
as close to the edge...
of death
so much so...
that the fear of death
pales in comparison
with the day to day
waves of suffering...
ways, which demonstrate the FX
our lives, matter...
not so much
and the killing of some
serve to demonstrate
a founding principle
against their constant fear
someday, the impossible...
might happen,
the force fields
...of the combined will of...
armed men ...and armies...
might not maintain security...
even with the best efforts to
further the continuation of
some morbid state
of superiority
a steady stream
of diverse people gathered
from a far away continent
ones who possess significant energy...
the consciousness becomes more
...like... a single voice...
begins to coalesce...
and with this... echo
birthing an awareness...
a ripple, in effect
which, so naturally forms
a focal point from which others
follow suit...
as, it is a burden buried deep
within the souls of all of us who struggle
as once we looked into uncertain skies
as fate was dimmed some time, ago...
looking... way back ...into the mists
past present...
two thirds of beleagered souls in the south
invoked such fear ...into those, whose eyes
through, fear such hatred, burned...
tables were turned
...in the temple... of life,
seen by none but the wise
friend, Jesus, was at work...
those days
sacrifice was demanded
...and met...
death held court...
a consciousness coalesced...
a spark ...met
its mark
a hug,
made action...
...gathered traction...
at the periphery
of society...
a whisper
begot a gale
with
dark forces rising...
as they do
in cycles
of the moon ...and tides,
kept time
saints shed a single tear
as wise men fell
to their knees...
in prayer
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