waiting

here it is,

building until it can no longer

be contained,

forever listening,

as answers come

fast and sleek,

rich and dark,

ancient new world,

standing alone and brave,

wounded by the kiss

of a thousand thieves,

raped upon the stone steps

of this endless mansion,

left to weep

with no path home

no light of a grey, fresh morning;

I wish it were not so;

realization comes,

what once seemed so easy,

becomes unknown,

unseen;

I feel Your power,

strong and alive,

living,

breathing;

waiting.

.

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