It is to us a funny thing; Divinity. A more abstract notion we have not entertained. That there would be, like us, but something more. A far beyond, but not unreachable. Perhaps a comfort lost to walls and bonds, for loneliness no longer drives the heart. For fear and subjugation are now become abstract … Continue reading A Child is Born
I was born when the universe was dark. I was shaped when the Earth was cold. I was born by the mother of the void and the father of singularity. Birthed in silence before the light was spoked in to existence; I witnessed the first dividing line. I am the last of the everything. … Continue reading From Dark Before
Each time I pierce this veil drawn across my soul, the mere moments of experiencing the system as a whole, are blinding - so used to hiding. Paranoid, but needing what the light brings. This whole life holds me over; sewing back on the severed. Why can't I stay forever in this holy moment? … Continue reading Divinity Us
