Thursday, January 17, 2013

She's become my Wolfangel 
and in that transmutation,
there is no turning back.
Only the fury of an unlocked sun.
Millions of tiny sunspots
ruin vision, create new insite.
Don't put the flowers in the vase;
put them in your mouth.
Let the taste wake you to the oneness
of what they represent:
That you can never escape your liberation.

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