SANHEDRIN
Some form of arms hold
these worlds together.
Brash Grey and its darkness
holds this morning's dynamic:
awash in colors yet stuck in
place. Like those final High
Priests of the old and ancient,
a balky, convulsive blockage
keeps out true beauty as Truth
and Love too fade. We are amazed
at nothing - how little the brain
holds to be apprehended. It
is all an open book.
Some form of arms hold
these worlds together.
Brash Grey and its darkness
holds this morning's dynamic:
awash in colors yet stuck in
place. Like those final High
Priests of the old and ancient,
a balky, convulsive blockage
keeps out true beauty as Truth
and Love too fade. We are amazed
at nothing - how little the brain
holds to be apprehended. It
is all an open book.
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