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07/13/09 - (2)
To the Second
Time materializes in my mind's closed eyes, Like a trinity of infinite messiahs Descending as sun shafts lighting my psyche's cathedral,
Arriving in a godly procession of revelatory heartbeats Awakening me to my continuous renascence, Each minute a precious eternity of revitalizing insight
Into the mysteries of my spirit's existence, Telling the hour of my ticking soul, to the second, Presaging when the cosmos and I will be synchronized.
For now, though, clock hands keep bending, in space, Encircling the faces of my mind's closed eyes, As though time had a life independent of mine.
07/13/09 - (2)
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