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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4100 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Alpha and Omega Peggy Eldridge-Love Wings beating sleep from my alpha state leave a slight hum on the air. I am petulant, but not fool enough to resist the tug. Must I go plays at the back of my heart. You cannot stay helps me to rise. Pieces of something clinical, sterile, have been scattered like bread crumbs, and I assume they are there to guide me to the temple of my truths. Paths of beryl and turquoise, baths of jasmine and hyssop, songs of wind and fire purify the longing to be whole and I submit to the waters as I wade into the pool of light carried on the hum of beating wings singing my morning's alpha song. |
