Monday, April 14, 2014

OF CUBIT

I was ablaze with the restoration of my soul
And stopped not until there was no horizon
In explosive  views with only God to console
A contemporary application of begotten Son

I not only saw the mountain-top but rested there
Until in descent displayed the holes in my palms
Now awaiting Rapture, urge others to but so dare
Amidst manifested prophecy of brokerage, man's

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