life is proof of what lies beneath of time? no. messengers, engaged in godlike transformation upstairs, in a room upstairs, in a magic (mystic) space there, by the dunes sleek, orgiastic & frayed the first wild thrash of dawn he is young, not pretty, using words or sacrifice at last a light ascends how do we get to this place? ain’t it great?
Messengers
The Used Life 
5 responses to “Messengers”
This is beautifully mysterious.
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure
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You are a superb lyricist! Wonderful.
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Thank you! And thank you for always being so supportive of my work.
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