Once You Have Met A True Human

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.

I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

The Wound Is The Place Where The Light Enters You.

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

The Body Itself Is To Reveal The Light That's Blazing Inside Your Presence.