Friday, September 28, 2018

in the movement of light

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writ here, and now, and under the movement of the spirit as sure as if painted in sainted kisses on the shoulders of a paramour...
as the season of apple harvest draws to a close, there are amomancies in the air. the scent of jasmine and roses. the slightest breath against the softest hairs. the clarity of the charity of the heart, light made white then bright until radiance dances on the very edge of the event horizon of time sublime. the soundless scream of understanding and acceptance as the dance begins again, the pirouette of memory and the frail blasphemy bound and found in the religion of a kiss.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
September 28, 2018

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