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| In My Imagining | 12:34am monday, 10th march |
In my imagining, I have seen the mountains of Heaven, three miles high and piercing the clouds of Paradise.
In my imagining, I have smelled the burned out trails of my soul: that which I felt I needed not preserve, that I wasted in turn.
In my imagining, I have heard the bells of victory pealing from every church steeple saying that the time is nigh.
In my imagining, I have touched the fires of Hell, which left a blackness that would not wash away for years.
In my imagining, I have tasted the nectar of wondering, and I walked into three dreams while still awake.
In my imagining, I fell eight days — almost the whole way from Heaven to Hell — but caught by a nameless hand.
In my imagining, I have run through the Dark Forest of the Soul, escaped from I knew not what, but alive, alive, alive.
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