Imaginathan's Blog

no lost time

December 15, 2010
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silent above

Glass Blown

Sands shook in His hands after all



stars could not count the way

it’s light examines the sky



let me do that for you


‘I AM’ replies


altogether wise

authority while dominating

the LOVE market for

His raw displays take the

Most non-asthmatics’ breath away




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