Tuesday, March 25, 2008
My Beloved Doll of Clay

By the sandy edges of my river, It came I'd cleanse me- and 

so my beloved doll of clay melted in my own hands.


So had I lusted majestic peaks to forsake the world- to but

fall the deepest ravine. I looked up and sky engulfed me for

the very first time.


Gracious this universe guides me no matter my self betrayals. 

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