A Flood from the heart
Wretched from the soul
Driving these words forth
Inconsequential of time and space
Driven on by any tool
Working forward without pause
I wait for divine transmission
whispered across my mind
Of their own volition
Hidden in hues of tone and symbols
The knowledge I seek
Scribed by my own hand
Whisked away on the merriments of life
The words guide me back
Always flowing so freely in strife
Slowly I'm dragged down this path
Insanity and disillusion trail at my sides
I dare not look back at the aftermath
Shinning before me is a light so true
The whispers stop suddenly
I have found you
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