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11.26.10
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The cold is truth.Pressed upon me, piercing through my skin like dreadful knives.
The wind howls and the ghosts they follow.
It is not there, like ice, or snow...
It is not there for the eye to see.
The winter buries me with its dead.
Reminding of the men I have not buried yet.
Make thick my blood.
Make thick my blood!
The living cannot hear me
I cannot speak.
I have been left with terror.
Do not make me scream
As a child fights
I have no innocence to give!
I know You Are
But where Am I?!
Listening to: Grizzly Bear- Two Weeks (radio mix)
Too soon I forget
That You once were me.
Under that water clear
You saw me rejoicing.
Happy.
You took your time
To make my small frame
Which this soul would tame
With wired teeth.
And shape me.
Me.Infinite me, you would say.
With its own square chest and filipino monkey feet.
Laugh now...(cry) &laugh again.
Yes, Capture light, my pinhole camera
Let me be your instrument
instead.
Use my hands, feed my eyes
Fill my soul with your glory
Fill my body with life eternal.
To be mother of all living,
the everlasting bride
crowned ruler in heaven...
To learn to fit this small frame with this big soul.
