Tuesday, 10 March 2020

Passing on 

In the land of nowhere, where nobody goes, featureless darkness, where nothing grows, I can see a mist far ahead, does this mean, I have woken up dead, have I entered another plain?, where nothing is the same and everything has changed, I feel nothing, I am left without shame, no noticeable pain, is this the grace I sought, yet without any gain?, is this hell or is this heaven?, consumed by a quake, soulless, completely forgotten. 

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“In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."

Quietly I wish to travel onwards  tremor the thunderous anxiety  it rules thy desperation for peace  Lord God knows the desire of our heart ...