XXVII

XXVII

Friday, November 29, 2013

Barriers

The daemons must come to a halt... 
Or float in dread 
While I stare into their tempered minds... 
Not believing in the other reflections, 
The memories of loss come to a meaningful shrine...
A life's misfortune...
A sorrowful peace into the ascending light...
The walls come down

The angel speaks...

The daemons must come to a halt.

...And in the reflection you will see..
The beast. 

The infinite current of the soul
Fulfills the moon for a brief moment to be whole,
Both light and dark...
And with that logic... the only path remains
Is the one of suffering 
From that soul conscious until unity 

The walls come down...

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