Shaking and alive I leapt sunward and the fithy doors of these rooms, and my silent prayers fading like a softened day-for the inexpressible knows my name. Such stillness in your morning moving an immaculate grace of secret knowing holding all things together. You are alone inside with me-making light. my mind a kingdom stranded amid your ocean's desire. From "Kingdom's Burn My Darkest Skies" Painting Copyright T. Byron K. 1994
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