THE WORD IN THE BEGINNING WAS

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the Word in the beginning was

 

Where

           does this poem begin, I ask?

Bare

         the Light falls from my Lamp.

Sacred

             the works gathering dust on my desk,

Placid

            the music seeps from my radio.

Back

          thru Time my mind seeks to move

Black-

           ness yawwns, proves my mind and eyes blind

To

       Explanations, Understandings, or

Thru

         True Epiphanies or Words.

Secret

           Patterns? Meaningless scribbles?

I’ll bet

            you the Universe is Just

What

           it seems to be, a childs game,

Shot

         thru with the doodlings of deficit attention.

No

      Beginning but our own,

No

      Meaning but what we make.

So

     what. Why cry?

Go

      Now!

It’s

       over before you Know

It is.

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and for those in my vicinity..

27th Oct poster Ist go with border with MCmerged

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!!!!!

The Reverend Hellfire is a practising Performance Poet, President of the Kurilpa Institute of Creativity, and an ordained Minister of the Church of Spiritual Humanists AND the Church of the Universe.

Warranty void for all legal purposes

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~ by reverendhellfire on October 20, 2013.

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