Friday, June 17, 2011

Channeled Poem, Complex Fuel, 6-17-2011

Guided by an unseen truth,
my homemade life is stored into
a box I may someday destroy
or forget it where my childhood toys
bear some kind of familiar parcel
of brief intrigue and passions docile,
but only for a moments time
my interests stopped their hunger I'm
a fractional being here a bit,
and everywhere enjoying wit
from inside sparks of complex fuel,
and cities' lonesome empty jewel
of hollow presence and divine heart,
you won't allow me to depart.

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