Stolen time which seeps out of blackness.
Returned like pearls to the sea.
All we know, we have forgotten.
Clearing the realms for wonders to birth.
We close our eyes and catch the breath that escapes.
The Sustaining mist of God.
As this mind coughs up havoc, with its mystery of the unknown.
That pulls with a gravity to the dark and tragic.
God cradles us in feathery hope.
Kissing promise once more into our blood.
Gravitating away from grief.
Running water of certainty in our blood.
For we never truly know what exists.
Beyond the curtain of our eyelids.

Incredible moving!
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Thank you, glad you liked it and thought so.
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Oh wow. This is amazing. I like that line, all we know we have forgotten.
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The smart know, that we don’t know. Glad you liked this Tara, hope you’re well!
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I am, thank you Mark.
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