On the nature of the Divine
If Love is not the
beginning and
continuation
of all things,
Not the billion
points of light I
apprehend with
eyes unfocused,
Not the terrible
voice commanding
all existence
and destruction,
Then I am utterly
futile.
I know my limits,
how far I can
extend myself
in four dimensions
And I am not
the beginning or
continuation
of many things.
And I will live
as though Love Were,
awaiting Love’s
due confirmation.
Posted in Poems

May 1st, 2007 at 2:25 pm
I need ur brain plz k thx
How do you write this stuff?!
May 1st, 2007 at 3:01 pm
My brain becomes overactive around the midnights. I pay for it in the mornings.
August 20th, 2008 at 5:14 pm
Even when I stay up past midnight, I can’t get my brain to do anything like this. I am in awe.