What is the correct word? At one point it was God, but that is over now. There is a better word. Maybe love. Dream, no. Fate. Yes, fate. Always, always fate. The word fate, not for something predetermined but rather something determined. Not innate but in us. Not destiny but sentience. Always, always fate. The Weavers, delicate hands rolling, winding out thread, spinning the loom of life. All threads connect, all are chosen, crafted, inspired. Fantasy. Ecstasy. Artistry. Word. The Word. In the beginning was the word. And the word was a song. And the song was a beautiful song.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
