I hear the voice, but the voice that speaks does hear, but the sound of fear echoing in the hollow of the head; anything but dead, anything but dead. 

Darkness of death imagined shadow falls, blocked from the sounds of life. The sight of LOVE's light penetrates not the walls of the mind's zones of madness comfort; anything but the unknown. Even the burning fever dreams of hell, better than the unknown.

To dust to turn we would embrace, rather than truth of Infinity roam; home, the infinite wander, wandering is home; Nomadic Angels all one, never alone...

Just LOVE...
Kip Baldwin
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"If you want to build a ship, don't drum up the people to gather wood, divide the work, and give orders. Instead, teach them to yearn for the vast and endless sea." ~ Antoine De Saint-Exupery