into the beautiful darkness
the rivers quake on their banks
enter the beautiful darkness
enter the substance of things hoped for
faith found in that moment on the cool forest
into the evidence of things not seen
completely in the beautiful darkness
each half of my molecules drawn to opposite poles
not even horses tied to the appendages
could rip the soul open like this beautiful darkness
the voices of the nether
waken in the froth of continuing nightmares
when roused from sleep
the arms of the deep sit waiting for the forgetful eyelid
to sink again...
in the suns time,
wading in the beautiful darkness
diving deep to its natural caves
spending time there speaking with frogs and eels.
an entire day
i spent watching the sun chase the moon
into the beautiful darkness
where i already was...
waiting for a message or a call.
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