prose poetry
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The Angel Without Light
When you wander through the endless night, the memory of day dissolves. The sun is no longer a friend but an adversary, a blazing tyrant whose touch scorches without mercy. I have not felt its light for … who can… Continue reading
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Time And Again
Time and again, the equinox returns and restores balance – sacred and profane gestures in the hallways of our minds, mirrors with infinite possibilities, and I marvel at how modern dualism overtakes me – where is the spiritual warfare the… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 