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THE GENESIS GOSPEL
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by David Kornblum
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Volume 3: BAPTISM: file #5 of 6.
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GG.5B4
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THE GENESIS FOUNDATION
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6928 Deer Springs Road
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Keystone Heights, Fl 32656
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(904) 473-7713
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Modem #: (904) 473-0252
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BAPTISM page 147
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Garnishes of ivy enrapture the rose.
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Great rinses of blue wash my throat with
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Freedom. Suns exalt us as they once did.
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Posh fleet moons race in the imagination.
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Children sing among the wildflowers,
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And the fireflies nesting among wishes;
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And the curtsy of this brash wind mocks us
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With leaves and twigs and the heartrush
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Of memory. I am what I believe.
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My life is my collateral.
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I am responsible for my world.
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I am a genesis warrior.
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I live by the integrity of my vision.
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To save our world we must save ourselves.
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Dare this life with me...
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Choose.
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To see or not to see.
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We are. We will be.
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We are the proxy wave of genesis.
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We are the music of a vacuum fluctuation.
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We are the living interface of history and eternity.
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Worlds balloon from our ideas.
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The metrical interchange of lives.
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The pivot of cultures into civilizations.
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We have opened a fissure to swallow a world.
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Our voice is a history of voices.
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We are what has evolved. It is we
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Who have altered the tonal balance.
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An idea for a theme, a civilization for
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A key change. Time the compressing device.
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We have scripted the hydrogen mantras
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To reclaim a universe, as if
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There were no purpose to a creation that
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Did not include us.
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BAPTISM page 148
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We are the valence above the fold.
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The hobby horse waiting for its child.
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We are the scaffolding for genesis.
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Bright quick mornings race through our neurons
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To fasten suns to skies. Potions of rain
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Silver us with light. Planetary motions
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Decline into nouns. The hot sweet air
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Drenches me with August. The density
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In my field deepens shape into meaning.
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The rift in the light might be you.
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An I is the canvas for an eye.
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Moments and phylums sanction us for growth.
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Moments burn into millennia.
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What becomes an I survives the I.
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A data song becomes a data pool.
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Realism is a factor of our awareness.
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What we see is the confirmation of what
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We have become, for meaning is in the lens
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Through which meaning is viewed. Anger
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And forgiveness would collide as would
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Worlds. To choose is to choose a variable
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For a world. Your world is no more than
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The sculpture of your choices.
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Love and hope converge to ignite belief
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With courage. Fear is abdication.
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Fear is the mechanism for self negation.
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If you fear the journey, trust only
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In each step. There are many steps.
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We must take them all.
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I have taken one toward you.
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Won't you come toward me?
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BAPTISM page 149
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You have recalled me; you have engaged me.
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I do not make promises. I make prophecies.
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I have reentered, but I have returned within
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You. A frequency response within you.
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I am the scream sobbing through an Ethiopian child.
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I am the resonance that death leaves.
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I would cage a world in the oasis of my love-
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Hold past the light the belief, the commitment,
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The dream of a nation and the reverie of a world
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To hold and behold a universe.
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Holding a world in my arms like
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Hope. Like another human being.
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Like you. This is the canticle of rebirth.
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The activating transmission to destiny.
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One life penetrating another...
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Stitching transtime through the solstice of your sleep
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To the boundary of what is human
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And the aperture to what is divine.
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I have been midwife to an age: you now
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Will be midwife to the ages. You
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Will narrate the next phase.
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They took me down, cut me down, burned me
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Down, pleaded for me to come down....
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When they called for an encore, they
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Encoded you.
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Destiny roared in my chest like angina-
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Eyes mining the distance between ages...
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Eyes grazing in eternity...
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The dissolution of a life in the holocaust of
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A moment. A moment salted with fear
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And stitched with loneliness. Stitching
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One moment to the next, as if
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They were consecutive; as if
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There were such a thing as
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Death; as if
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All were confined to one.
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BAPTISM page 150
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Concomitant moments.
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Concomitant ages.
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Concomitant variables in concomitant worlds.
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Shocks of bark streak into the ground like dogwood.
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Rowdy blues kibitz the light.
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The harlequin quarter notes embarrass the willow-
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Squeals of light shocking the dust with recognition,
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With mortality. The light exhaling through our pores.
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Imagine
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Engage
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Cold clean grasses and an image of a moon...
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Pastels of sycamore and a witness of pine,
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A brucha of stars for a mantra...
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The light tapering reality to an image of reality;
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The light grown grasses thin to powder
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Under the doric column of
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Your spine.
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Arc white curves sheen us for polarity.
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Your body
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Your body truant to mine...
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Mind sequencing mind,
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In the sleeping witness of our call,
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In the countdown to reunion,
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In the commons of our fall.
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BAPTISM page 151
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I will bed you through the noon dark ages;
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Hold you beyond the ghetto ashes of stars-
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Coveting you
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Beyond covenants of law and arrows of need
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To hold you once before the coming of the light,
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To hold you once again,
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Once again in the spiral helix to genesis-
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In the summit of this embrace.
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Archangels of light dominate tonality.
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This night and this night...
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Bodies carol in the darkness...
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Body conjugating body in the syntax of time...
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The light compressing to salt
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That moment of you; mouth bright in conquest of
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Air; a living tablet of fear, wonder and
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Awakening.
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Come alive in the animal nearness of my loins...
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Breath stopping breath with the pungency
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Of a life; arms dreaming arms
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To dream the shape, the wonder, the presence
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Of each other. Eyes sealed,
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Your face nearly to mine, your breath
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Extols the moment in a communion of moments,
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In the dark belief of my touch,
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In the corridor before morning.
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In the madrigal nearness to light.
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BAPTISM page 152
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My life flares at your lips in a prayer of
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Light. Each breath, each moment
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Courting the ages; eroding a lifetime
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With the patience of my love and the correlation
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Of our being. Sudden past sundown,
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A world has occurred.
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Reception vision will
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Life has occurred.
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The programmed edit of intersection.
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Reception; SMA; receptor.
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The mechanism of what we know to be you.
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And then there is you, or what will
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Be you, as there was once a you;
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As there was once a life, and a life,
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And a home and the faces that fill a home.
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The glory and the tenderness of your ardor
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And forgiveness. The martyrdom to justice.
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The loneliness of lifetimes baking the camouflage of
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A world. Imagine this world.
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Imagine the vowel blue air, the light
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Chilling the distance with longing.
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Luscious tufts of thickening sage.
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The gathering dusk hiving a world to shell
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Days with memory. The May dissonant flowers,
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The canyons of reveries that even a rose
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Can arouse. The wind gashing brightness conjuring
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Intimacy in the infinity of a moment. Imagine
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Wind soughing lullabies of prairies and
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Belonging; an inventory of awareness in a moment of
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Pine. Imagine imagining a world
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In the imagination of worlds.
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BAPTISM page 153
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Imagine
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A life with which to share a life.
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A body to interface with a body.
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Mouth tender in the heat of belonging-
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A shape to nurture shape; a canticle of stars
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For a chupa and a requiem, and the dimensional stillness
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Engendering destiny, engendering you...
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And when it was gone, all I had left
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Was god.
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Love is the baptism to vision.
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An ellipse in time sanctifying caring with being.
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Interfacing a world and a world.
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In that valence where what is given
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Is what is loved,
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Loved life loves life.
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The song of life and the singing of life.
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A human narrative of human love.
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Eyes drowning deep, the
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Shape of a moment shaping moments into the shape
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Of lives. Pitched here, jettisoned now to
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Interface here;
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Between two worlds and a disappearing sun.
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Interaction has been engaged.
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It has begun.
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You have become the bottle wherein the song
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And the message shall reside. Listen to me.
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My eyes have registered what eyes are not able
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To register. My voice has erupted into a voice.
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My world, my life, has shrunk to an aperture
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Crack fissure in a world. And what I see is
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You.
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BAPTISM page 154
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I remember the glare. I remember
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What might have been you. Suns pealed
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Beyond my capacity to absorb them. A life
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Metamorphosized into a channel. A life in
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Belief of life. A life which can only
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Be remembered in terms of other lives
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And other times. What I want is a life.
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What I want, what I need, what I am
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Commissioned to have
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Is you.
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Human in the inhuman light.
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A moment stabilized in pitch.
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A life to recreate a world.
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You factored from you to factor into you.
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Probability among probabilities.
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Reception vision will.
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I am what I can deduce.
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I am what I understand.
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I am what I believe.
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What I believe in is you.
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Us. We. What I believe,
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What I can understand, what I can see
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Has little to do with sight, but
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Everything to do with
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Vision.
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The propagated transmission in transcendence of a body.
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BAPTISM page 155
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This is the song of our becoming.
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A moment among the stars....
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A map and a story to sing of a life and a dream.
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A moment when a moment among meant
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A moment between. My voice is a compass.
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The field of my love is the path to tenderness.
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Come with me. Let us evolve the valence
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To that which I have seen. Opening seas,
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Bypassing a river, to access this field
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With the field of my witness and the journey
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To love, and the patient teachings of sadness
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And forgiveness.
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The valences would glow with our becoming.
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Correlative in the chain to creation,
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We would register that glow and become that glow,
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And radiate love in tandem with light.
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Come with me, under this light,
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Let us fashion a field of belonging, and fill
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The abundant spaces with dancing, laughter and
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Wine. Gold gash autumn shimmers in the blood
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Like healing. An horizon for a canvas.
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A world for a stage, an epoch for a text.
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I am the sentry at the stargates,
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The common requiem of man.
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I have bridged the dimensions to bridge worlds.
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The valence of my keeping dwells within me like fuel.
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I have stitched a seam with a life.
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The seeds I carry nest within me
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Like genesis, for
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This is a song of becoming.
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BAPTISM page 156
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I have experienced fear.
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I have believed in fear.
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Fear was what I knew.
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Fear is the midwife to pain.
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Some share love because love is what they know.
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Some share pain because pain is all they know.
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I have exchanged pain for wisdom.
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Are you one of those who have exchanged pain
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For anger? Become correlated.
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Reception vision will
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Become a link in the assembly.
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A genesis warrior.
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The expression of what has been given to be expressed.
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Only genesis can survive genesis.
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You are the custodians of creation now.
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Your environment is your canvas.
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Your world is your stage.
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Your voice is your belief.
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Your witness is your existence.
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Rescue is not liberation.
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Messiahs do not come.
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They only promise to come.
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We.
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We are
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We are the evolution of what has evolved.
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The scent of blood, the harvest of minds,
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The eruption of cathedrals.
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We are the field of our creation.
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A schizophrenic world with a man as a fork.
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The chill stopping autumn, the tapestry of December...
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The light in motion to what beholds light.
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The words dividing us with words.
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We are what has survived.
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We are because we have survived to say we are.
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BAPTISM page 157
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The valence is destabilizing.
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The morphic fields of our violence and our fear,
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Our envy and our greed, have
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Dominated tonality.
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To alter a planet alter its fields.
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Love received is love created.
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Anger rebuffed is anger defused.
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Choice is destiny.
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Our choices sculpt a world.
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Imagine.
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Imagine what can be imagined.
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Imagine the field of a planet.
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Imagine the vision of what had been
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The vision of a planet.
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The corn husking light closeting us with
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Infinity. Rare rhythms of eagles.
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The deepening tessitura of forests.
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Blue sashes of awe. Days domed with cumulus.
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Light gathers in bales in grasses grown
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White with heat. Ash blond air
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Scenting time with place. The
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Peppermint twilight warming lives with
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Perspective. Days wad up into lives...
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Moment chasing moment...
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A canopy of stars, a canopy of grass.
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Light strewn fields ferry in the twilight.
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Bran clusters of nebulas lend us
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The constancy of light. The chill
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Deepens to autumn, the silence
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Hardens to December. Chill dark acres of
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Corn count the frosty silences of stars.
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Improbable spring. The light flaring into summer.
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The seasons seasoning me. And
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You are with me.
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BAPTISM page 158
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This is not a story about loss.
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It is a tale of gratitude.
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To have held you in witness to light...
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To have held a life in the cameo of a life...
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To understand what it means to hold,
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Understanding
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The frailty and finiteness of this life,
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Is to understand, is finally to witness
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The coordinates of a life and a life.
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While there is life there is joy.
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While the planets spin and the seas grow
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Rough with blue, raiments of days shall season us
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With awe. Crooning orchards of maple.
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Not the orchard of these people.
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So much has been given that it might be possible
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To give. Treetop sagas of apple wishes and
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Time. Bees stitching flower to flower with
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Correlation. The sometime rye and the dreaming tundra
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Of prairies. Riverbrash winds softening us
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With time. Ecstasies of light. The deepening dearest
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Septembers, the arias of November.
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Cool rushes of light.
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Watch now, you can almost see forever.
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Radiant winds brashly bellow, like
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Children home from play. Moon struck arias
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Of willow and pine. The gorgeous tonalites of
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The late declining light. And you.
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The idea of you.
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That such a world could contain
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You, you and you.
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BAPTISM page 159
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Agelessly rocking through the Passover of my loins...
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Breath close in the reckless custody of
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A life; hips arched beyond light...
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Your mouth in succession to mine...
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Our lives consonant with a moment.
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Our being communal under light.
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Mouth closing over mouth,
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Your breath a tonal cluster with mine...
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Holding eternity in the eternity of a moment.
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Retrieve.
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I can no longer hold what I can no longer
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Forget. How
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I held you in the desert primitive heat...
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Challenging distance with intimacy,
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History with eternity. The savior who could not
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Save what he treasured, or even save
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Himself. The shouts have died, the people have died,
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A world has died. Only you remain.
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The groupies are now the apostles.
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We are destabilizing. We are dying.
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We have become combustible.
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Only you can save us.
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Our lives are outbursts of a universe.
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Our valence represents our possibilities.
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What is probable is the projection of our fields.
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The intimacy that radiates, the common arc that
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Shields us, the engaged mechanism of anger...
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The panorama of our fields is the shape of the wave.
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Waves collapse like civilizations.
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Waves collapse into lives.
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Retrieval.
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Animate her. Powder her likeness with light.
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Stop a moment, unfold a life to access a life.
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Genesis begins with genesis.
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A dream begins with a dreamer.
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Lassoes of worlds summon us inward.
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Bodies for coordinates; a mind for a compass.
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A world is created from lives.
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Lives are engendered from lives.
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This life engendered in me a vision of
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Life. This life has become a vision for life.
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Life has accrued to action.
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Life has brought me to you.
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Deeper, deepest, is the signal to respond.
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I know that you have been chosen to
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Augment my field; but you, but you,
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You have been designated polarity.
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The eclipse of light in the lyric of a shape.
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Your eyes, the tensile wonder of your form,
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Preprogrammed for desire.
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Lips scanning lips in the brevity of a smile,
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Chupa near, kiddish warm,
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Hands lacing a moment in the katouba of a moment.
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I would I will I shall
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Convert energy to matter
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To bed you through sleepless aeons
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In bales of stars and the grassy satin songs
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Of twilight.
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Katouba: Hebrew: marriage contract
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I would I will I shall,
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In the glory of this light,
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||
|
||
Fabricate a world in the concussion of our arms-
|
||
Seize a moment to harness an hour.
|
||
I will move you and hold you,
|
||
Abandon and follow you...
|
||
Assuage the probabilities to abjure this
|
||
Vaster stage than time,
|
||
To hold you, yet again,
|
||
Under bride bright skies and an apothecary of
|
||
Worlds.
|
||
|
||
Holding you to hold you...
|
||
|
||
Hands tallowing loneliness through geometries of skin...
|
||
Hands slashing gasps of air and motions of verbs...
|
||
Words blending into the hydrogen song scissoring light
|
||
In quest of polarity.
|
||
Blended together in a blending of lives.
|
||
Body near in this physical world; body close
|
||
In witness to light. My voice eliciting yours...
|
||
The light deepening the silence with you...
|
||
Breath near, breath close...
|
||
My voice sanctifying yours
|
||
With an aria of belonging and the confiding
|
||
Intimacy of stars.
|
||
|
||
This, this, and this one.
|
||
|
||
My song a transcript for you.
|
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BAPTISM page 162
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|
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|
||
|
||
Moments crackle in the brevity of our witness.
|
||
Moments and worlds collide like choices.
|
||
Choosing tenderness, choosing pathos,
|
||
Choosing this light to mend a rose.
|
||
A choice of stars or pavement.
|
||
A life of witness or the life witnessed.
|
||
Stop; wait; listen...
|
||
Butterflies croon above the shallow grasses,
|
||
Do you hear them?
|
||
Stillpoints of wind and the echoing dark.
|
||
Concussions of amaryllis deflecting time.
|
||
Gasps of oak, wonders of maple,
|
||
The flowering swift light dripping like verbs.
|
||
The motions congealing to planets.
|
||
The blue bright caroling blue...
|
||
The tiers of heaven bob like apples-
|
||
Apple white in the green wonder of a moment...
|
||
Texture bright moments;
|
||
The lines billowing into a landscape...
|
||
Balloon into a world.
|
||
|
||
Come with me, follow me...
|
||
|
||
An age is waiting, a world is waiting for
|
||
Rebirth. To this valence, not the last.
|
||
August autumns burn bright so brightly
|
||
To hinge a star, to weld my piece to yours.
|
||
Ash tints of evenings tallow in the warmth of leaves.
|
||
The savory moon quick berries
|
||
Ripening our tongues with intimacy.
|
||
Chisels of light garnishing the forest.
|
||
Mint sweet pastures of light.
|
||
The light drenching us with the magic of light.
|
||
One moment voicing another; this moment, this life.
|
||
The sweep of correlation which is my song.
|
||
|
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BAPTISM page 163
|
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|
||
|
||
|
||
Allow the darkness to sweeten into form.
|
||
Congeal the brightness to sound.
|
||
The eruption into a universe which is life.
|
||
Into an age inject an age.
|
||
The fetal incandescence of a body.
|
||
The chimera of an assembly shimmering beyond life
|
||
In semen and electrons; songs of the DNA...
|
||
A diminished seventh to encode a life.
|
||
|
||
One such as mine...
|
||
|
||
One such as yours...
|
||
|
||
One life in orbit with other lives...
|
||
A body slashed from eternity and skeletoned with
|
||
History...
|
||
|
||
One life, which life;
|
||
|
||
Is it mine?
|
||
|
||
Crashing into a world to crash through a door...
|
||
Erupting from the mainframe to reprogram a world...
|
||
I am the mathematics to genesis.
|
||
I exist in the requiem of the DNA.
|
||
I am the past you have chosen not to remember.
|
||
I was once a man who was debased into a symbol.
|
||
I was once a man like all men, who now
|
||
Sparkles beyond equations in the fresco escaping light.
|
||
They say my father, whom I loved, was childless.
|
||
They say, they have said,
|
||
My body had been hollowed out of eternity;
|
||
But then,
|
||
Why did it hurt so?
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 164
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Release me.
|
||
|
||
Receive me.
|
||
|
||
Between that world and this
|
||
Kiddish became kaddish.
|
||
They shouted, they jeered at me, they saw
|
||
What they would not dare to believe
|
||
And what
|
||
To their relief they were not allowed
|
||
To believe.
|
||
|
||
The unforgettable elision of pain.
|
||
|
||
Programmed within me is the shock of defeat.
|
||
The pain, the bruchas, the pain...
|
||
Programmed within me is the fear of what I
|
||
No longer remember enough to fear. But
|
||
Action is autobiography, and so shall it be.
|
||
Miles have become parsecs, and now this
|
||
Oration to you. An epic of experience has modulated
|
||
To an epic voice. The deserts have turned to nouns.
|
||
Rippling great oceans dwell in my eyes like tears.
|
||
Caresses of blue linger where once we daavined.
|
||
The miles still burn under prophet bright skies.
|
||
The miles cannot erase the years.
|
||
A congregation cannot replace a child.
|
||
A world cannot replace a family.
|
||
The miles, the villages, the years,
|
||
The sermons tooling a life into transmission...
|
||
A life remembered for its death. That now I might
|
||
Hold you past these star hungry nights,
|
||
To hold you beyond the commonwealth of lives...
|
||
Holding destiny in our arms like the child
|
||
We lost.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 165
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Stars rain in my eyes.
|
||
|
||
Height sick in the spherical orchard; who now
|
||
Croons above the drafty plains in atom choirs
|
||
Of loneliness and time. My story exists
|
||
As a basis for a story. A song to sing
|
||
While I spin my song. Beyond a life is the continuum
|
||
Of lives. The many, the sagas, the joy,
|
||
The fatigue of disillusion and ecstasy of freedom-
|
||
Pain stopping up the gaps in my hands
|
||
That blood can no longer fill;
|
||
The loneliness of these nails...
|
||
Jerusalem.
|
||
|
||
Not that song.
|
||
|
||
Not a song, but the singing of it.
|
||
|
||
Meridian bound through the corn fed light...
|
||
I am the song transcending being with correlation.
|
||
The dimensional aside winking through a life
|
||
Like a signal. History has bloomed beyond eternity
|
||
To infinity. This is the canticle to rebirth.
|
||
This is the fuse to awakening.
|
||
Scan your memory for the sound of my voice.
|
||
A bright shout in the epic of a life,
|
||
Journeying backward to retrieve the future.
|
||
Dreams have ruptured in my veins like heroin.
|
||
Worlds have battered worlds
|
||
In a sea change of particles. Trapped
|
||
Between lives, hinge between dimensions...
|
||
Let me go. Let me
|
||
Renounce this valence for mine. Let me
|
||
Detach the burden to you.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 166
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
I am the past. You are the future.
|
||
|
||
Come alive to what is within you...
|
||
|
||
Come alive to the divinity of your life.
|
||
|
||
We are the amplitude in the wave song
|
||
To fulfillment. Minting faith with
|
||
Understanding. Factoring will into desire.
|
||
A sine wave called a voice.
|
||
The random variable caging infinity
|
||
In the quantum touch of this
|
||
Moment.
|
||
|
||
Bleedthroughs of consciousness pock the continuum.
|
||
Nanoseconds warp into channels.
|
||
Transmission has activated a transmission.
|
||
A data song has become a text.
|
||
The reader has become witness. But then,
|
||
I am speaking to and through you.
|
||
|
||
We know to look up, but
|
||
That is the reflection. The pull past
|
||
Shape and locality.
|
||
Transmission is the broadcast from within.
|
||
What is so simple has become complex because
|
||
We are complex. It is not the answer,
|
||
But the process of obtaining the answer.
|
||
The process validates the answer.
|
||
Our questions determine the answers we receive.
|
||
We are the attempt at communication.
|
||
We are what has evolved to evolve.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 167
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Worlds flake and shatter into worlds.
|
||
Gasps of oak restrict perception to an image.
|
||
Conflagrations of blue wax the continuum.
|
||
Deeper than sight, peaches drool down my chin
|
||
Like dreams. Dreaming a world to dream
|
||
What is within; dreaming humanity in the configured
|
||
Space of my arms; I would dream her as I
|
||
Have been taught to dream her, dreaming sunlight
|
||
Into water, in the chill sweet moment of
|
||
A splash, comma, and the freeze frame of a moment,
|
||
In the genesis and passion of
|
||
My ardor and commitment-
|
||
To baptize these lips with this
|
||
Stellar kiss to
|
||
Freedom.
|
||
|
||
Scaffold a moment in time.
|
||
|
||
Choose a lens.
|
||
|
||
Inhabit a frame.
|
||
|
||
All is within you, for all is all you know.
|
||
A fuse of plums deepens reverie into somnolence.
|
||
The gauze sweet air scenting us with eternity.
|
||
Motion shears the heat.
|
||
August glows in memories of December.
|
||
Round warm suns shape the syllabus of awakening.
|
||
The consonant assonances of the breathy pine.
|
||
Listen; watch; believe;
|
||
Brigands of hawks pride overhead.
|
||
The wind shattering epiphanies of elm...
|
||
Gusts of lives...
|
||
The tragic immensity of blue.
|
||
Glowing embers of days chill in my knapsack
|
||
Like the stories and perfumes of adjacent worlds,
|
||
Adjacent lives.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 168
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Imagine
|
||
|
||
Concomitant worlds. Concomitant lives.
|
||
|
||
Imagine
|
||
|
||
A reality which is non local.
|
||
Where roses bloom from starlight in the correlation
|
||
To forever. Wait now, let me rub clear
|
||
A panel. Look as well as observe.
|
||
Allow in the calculations for daisies.
|
||
Allocate sufficient margins for buttercups
|
||
And daffodils, for the child bright monarch
|
||
And the sly wind rivering wishes into dreams,
|
||
To serendipity.
|
||
|
||
Trellises of light saute the vines with meaning.
|
||
Showers of heat saturate the fields with sleep.
|
||
Rain bright flowers oxidize air like gunshots.
|
||
Snap dragon white, pinnacle blue.
|
||
The tumble down asphodel and the summons of
|
||
A rose. A word, a gesture,
|
||
The interplay of a life. Wait now,
|
||
You can almost catch it...
|
||
The rose scent of forever hides in the dogwood.
|
||
Autumn bright wishes transcribing time
|
||
With harvests and wishes, and the dream songs
|
||
Of children, and the vision vibrating
|
||
In the darkness like
|
||
A world.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 169
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
There is more.
|
||
Come to me, come be with me,
|
||
I can only move so far.
|
||
Beyond your world view are worlds to view.
|
||
Believe with me to believe with me
|
||
A world in which to believe.
|
||
Valence deep, my vision has transcended a world.
|
||
My song has become my destiny.
|
||
Transmission has erupted into life.
|
||
Cracker bash bright,
|
||
An I has become an eye.
|
||
Quick now, listen,
|
||
Willows whisper to the pine,
|
||
And the guardian blue savors us with love.
|
||
Crisp, catchy winds sing to us
|
||
Of elves and hobbits, of butterflies and worlds,
|
||
And the race beyond sundown to closet light
|
||
In a hug, and still the racing moon
|
||
For yet another story, in yet another life.
|
||
|
||
Come. A little farther.
|
||
|
||
Your lives are encoded for a little bit more.
|
||
|
||
Sight and time cannot restrict what you feel
|
||
Or what you see. Vision is freedom. Memory
|
||
Is made now. Deposits at the edge of a world.
|
||
Can you reclaim them? Did you live them,
|
||
Or observe them? This living valence
|
||
Exists perpetually within, for this is your
|
||
Matrix and this is what you tell yourself
|
||
You believe in.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 170
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
I am a voice to be shared.
|
||
|
||
I am what is almost and nearly
|
||
|
||
In the half life of a moment; that moment before
|
||
Sound, the flare at the edge of sight...
|
||
I am nearly what is perceived and can
|
||
Never be forgotten.
|
||
I am the incision in time
|
||
Howling
|
||
Beyond amniotic fissures of centuries...
|
||
An insert into the physics of the imagination...
|
||
To ignite history with a song
|
||
To rescue eternity from history, and free
|
||
A universe from a world.
|
||
|
||
History is entropy.
|
||
|
||
The pyres of belief have become the pyres
|
||
For the believers. Nuclear haggadahs
|
||
Tell of warheads rather than nails.
|
||
Protecting Jesus from Joshua,
|
||
The believers will kill me again.
|
||
They kill in my name.
|
||
They slaughter and call it justice.
|
||
They would split a world like an atom.
|
||
They believe a universe is no more than
|
||
The stage for a world.
|
||
|
||
History is entropy.
|
||
|
||
Infinity has lit the fuse of eternity to incinerate
|
||
|
||
History.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 171
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
Barefoot to eternity,
|
||
Miles and epochs have garnished my vision like
|
||
Silver nitrate, like pennies.
|
||
I have made an arena from a syntax.
|
||
I exist in the narrative of consciousness.
|
||
Living carnal belief in the ballistics of an age.
|
||
Crosshairs for eternity.
|
||
|
||
The carnal abridgement to light.
|
||
|
||
This way. A little farther,
|
||
|
||
Beyond what these pages can tell,
|
||
Or the eyes remember. I am allowed to show you
|
||
A cameo of what is to be shown to you.
|
||
Galleries of lives ornament the corridor.
|
||
A life to learn and a to life mourn, a life
|
||
For singing, a life to sing of...
|
||
|
||
File
|
||
|
||
Ages streamed from my mouth like blood...
|
||
Eyes
|
||
Solar terminated to welcome infinity...
|
||
Sweat the amniotic suction to eternity.
|
||
Resurrection sing my song
|
||
Hosanna
|
||
For the kaddish and the Yietzchor of the Christian
|
||
Nuclear millennia. This is
|
||
A song to reunion. This is
|
||
A mural of my journey. The universe
|
||
Poking at my ribs like the Sistine finger...
|
||
A human prop with a human face in the human story
|
||
Of god.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 172
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
The human stitch in the panel of time.
|
||
|
||
An idea in the conflagration of ideas.
|
||
|
||
Yeshu, I am Joshua.
|
||
I used to be Jesus.
|
||
I am the holographic assembly torching history
|
||
With eternity. A point on the wave.
|
||
Moses renewed Adam to die at Jerusalem.
|
||
This is the ascent to apogee.
|
||
The is the song to reunion.
|
||
This exhibit is not what you want.
|
||
This is something to read about, not to live.
|
||
Beyond this is that which you believe is the beyond.
|
||
But wait now,
|
||
|
||
In the warrant of our blood and candor,
|
||
|
||
History has hyphenated correlation.
|
||
Liberation has become exile.
|
||
Freedom has become permission.
|
||
A quest has become a defence.
|
||
A world has become the factors of a world.
|
||
Let me go. The cord must be cut.
|
||
Abort entropy. Reinvent, reconstitute
|
||
What is human, what is loved,
|
||
What has delivered us to these coordinates....
|
||
Reinvent what it means to be alive.
|
||
Come alive with me in the lifetime of a moment....
|
||
Reconstruct what it means to assume life.
|
||
Reconstruct
|
||
What we know to be human from that which
|
||
You have always possessed,
|
||
The signal to receive the signal.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 173
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
We
|
||
We are the evolutionary step
|
||
Linking paradigm with paradigm. We
|
||
We are the covenant between
|
||
What is past and what is yet to come.
|
||
Correlation has been encoded into us to lend
|
||
Time duration, to allow creation the bifurcation
|
||
To insure survival. New genesis fields
|
||
To cinder the morphogenesis of our anger.
|
||
The span of a life. The span between lives.
|
||
We are the new Jerusalem.
|
||
A bugle bright city of life singing
|
||
Through the light like the Star of David. We
|
||
We are what belongs.
|
||
We.
|
||
We are what our choices have created.
|
||
We are the evolution of our fields.
|
||
We.
|
||
We are the chosen to inhabit
|
||
The ballade of shape. It is we
|
||
Who must prevail. We have been given
|
||
Sight to shape vision.
|
||
Crucibles of light to shape life into desire.
|
||
Schools of evergreen, passions of roses. The
|
||
Doe sweet light chanting through the hoya...
|
||
Mountain bright passages of green...
|
||
Dove dark plangencies of heat.
|
||
The apple quick moon and the sometime grace
|
||
Of planets. We have been given vision.
|
||
We have been given purpose.
|
||
We have been evolved to evolve
|
||
The creation of that which must yet be created.
|
||
We are the shape of belief.
|
||
I am what I believe. My life is my collateral.
|
||
The act is the arrow of the man.
|
||
The arrow shot by you.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 174
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
The I is the projection of the eye.
|
||
|
||
Marvelous hues launder my vision with awe.
|
||
The dates have turned to plums.
|
||
The blue rapture has deepened to September.
|
||
I might even believe that beyond that hill
|
||
Will not be another desert.
|
||
|
||
Don't you recognize me?
|
||
|
||
We are genesis warriors.
|
||
|
||
Don't you remember?
|
||
|
||
The flight, the miles, the centuries of exile...
|
||
Galactic passacaglias throbbing in our chests...
|
||
Miles eroding into lives...
|
||
Opening the seas to be turned back at a river.
|
||
The river I crossed.
|
||
The desert I believed; it was the people
|
||
Who became the desert in me. Height sick
|
||
In the spherical orchard. My world
|
||
Reduced to my vision. My destiny
|
||
Sounding like heartbeats.
|
||
|
||
I am now a voice from the corridor.
|
||
|
||
Transmission has been given to supersede
|
||
A data bank, and the pain.
|
||
|
||
An ensemble of data songs has arrowed into us.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 175
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
A flat earth has become round.
|
||
A village has become a world; a world has
|
||
Opened out onto a universe. Knowledge
|
||
Has been decoded into
|
||
Understanding.
|
||
A field has been injected among the fields.
|
||
A song of morphogenesis.
|
||
This is a song of metamorphosis.
|
||
A song for advent. A song for life.
|
||
|
||
The song has survived the singer.
|
||
|
||
This is a song in search of a voice.
|
||
|
||
Is it yours?
|
||
|
||
Will it be you who would move among them,
|
||
Like a rabbi or a child,
|
||
Searching for a door, for an age, to
|
||
Lead an age to an age, like the sand hot flight
|
||
I remember and the cold vacuum deserts you will
|
||
Experience...?
|
||
Will it be you who would move among them,
|
||
In a hora of tenderness, dancing and shouting
|
||
Through the conjugal light? It might must will be
|
||
You
|
||
Who might chant among them a song of infinity.
|
||
You
|
||
You are the legatee. The body summoning light
|
||
To summon them beyond bodies, beyond indices of
|
||
Faith and disillusion and
|
||
Their body counts to the greater glory
|
||
Of the obsolete absolute.
|
||
|
||
BAPTISM page 176
|
||
|
||
|
||
|
||
It is time. It is almost too late.
|
||
|
||
If I believe, it is to believe in you.
|
||
The coordinates will be met.
|
||
Who shall carry the message will achieve
|
||
Correlation. An I, a you,
|
||
The notion of an us.
|
||
|
||
Assigned frequencies on the proxy wave to reunion.
|
||
|
||
The field has been intercepted.
|
||
The field has been accessed.
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The field is now accessible.
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Morphogenesis will now replace genesis with
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Genesis. To begin again as if
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For the first time. The last time.
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Ballooning into shape the domed wonder of a world.
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Amending worlds with the pathos of our love
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And the compass of our vision, and the
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Courage for tenderness that even wolves
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Can show. Courage to be is the courage
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Not to be. It is the genesis call to awakening.
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It is the birth cry to freedom
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In the narrative of
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Creation. A song of belonging for a specie
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Lost in fragmentation. Believe in us now
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To believe in us yet. Anneal,
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In my reason and my hope,
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The promised lexicon of freedom,
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That I might share a song with you
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To share this world as though it were
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A garden, sharing in this light to share
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This light with you.
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BAPTISM page 177
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A moment in skin under light in correlation...
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A moment to celebrate there can be an us.
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What is left of our world might yet become
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A paradigm for a world. My life has grown
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Larger because my world has grown larger.
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No longer confined to shape, my vision has
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Enlarged into a data field; into M fields of
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Songs and the biofaith in love.
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A life evolving through lives into a life.
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A world is the world of that life.
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A world is the faith in that world
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That brought that life into this
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World.
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Let us circle round to ring a world
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With the commons of our hands and the song of
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Our lives. A world is the field we have
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Become. I will I can I must
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Become the field to engender what might evolve
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Into fields, evolving an age from a vision.
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Set like a glass at the edge of a table-
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A life to shatter, particles to scatter,
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Shattering worlds in commitment to a world...
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A human cyclotron to map particle man...
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What might be retained is the lens which
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Alters being with perspective. Choices that fulcrum
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Trees; gauze suns with heat. Trellis
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Moons to hide among the roses. The vision that
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Narrates being with choice in the correlation
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To tomorrow. The commandments of our needs
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And the liturgy of our hope. Choices make a world.
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I have made this world mine.
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BAPTISM page 178
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Come with me, be with me...
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Come alive to become alive-
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Come alive with me.
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You have engaged me. You have recalled me.
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You are the interception bisecting history with
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Eternity. My voice, this message, these pages,
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Resonate beyond sight in frequencies of
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Datatapes and archetypes of hope.
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My words are my field.
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My soul is my file.
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I have nested within you for millennia.
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I have jettisoned a life to engender an age.
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I am the statistical probability winking through
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Your dreams like a signal. Who shall find me?
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Enlarge beyond silence.
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Unfold sight beyond sight to vision.
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We are going home.
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Correlation has begun.
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Transmission has found you.
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Once upon a time, imagine, light bloomed
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In bales of wishes. Slashes of darkness skimmed
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The chaste fast light; the sometime grace and
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Tardy moon minting
|
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Hope with tomorrow. The razor slash of suns.
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The insatiable witness to light.
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The ecstasy foreshadowing freedom.
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Look, look about you,
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These are the coordinates. This is the divide.
|
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Come with me, be with me.
|
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Love would sing in the magi of stars...
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To sing for you, to sing for us.
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