Thunderstorm Comments

I have also seen angels-once upon a time-descending the ladder of eternity, lightning bound my body and dragged me like a puppet into the firmament and the sky was torn apart like a useless cloth; lava clashed against my skin. O I stand on the highest mountain, above the clouds which from here look like a secret.

I am lonely. I poured the sea inside the cup of the Lord of all flesh, not because of thirst but because the lines of my face tell a story, the sound of a thunderstorm, my love you left. The rain left.
Strong animals live by air and prayers-i know you are out there-the grass is brass and again i rub my face against thorns, not because of pain- i no longer feel pain. I am looking for a tear, for plently are the words in my heart but i can only take so much punishment.
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