Epiphonic Thread
Date: Oct 10th, 2007 10:24:56 pm - Subscribe
Mood: focused
He could
could yet could not
glory in anything, anything
but the Cross of Christ.
I could have been anywhere, yet nowhere,
else.
I gloried through a phenominal,
epiphonic fade ...
a feeling of daydream turned
destiny.
Tunnel vision to a despairing,
violent horizon
with his head, her head
eclipsed in view.
A voluminous sadness
of spiritual desperation.
Then ...
my head ...
something with eclipsed myself
overtaking, overshadowing,
my certain crucifixion.
So was birthed the glory ...
the glory of the phenominal,
epiphonic fade.
My forever with Christ.
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