My unwashed thoughts. Straight from the soul. Not nessasarily based on reality.





Departed to the judgment,

A mighty afternoon;

Great clouds like ushers leaning,

Creation looking on.


The flesh surrendered, cancelled,

The bodiless begun;

Two worlds, like audiences, disperse

And leave the soul alone.

E.D.


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