When I am disposed to think of the Kernel

Sat, 07/02/2016 - 14:11 -- MarieI

It's crazy.

There's this thing:

I possess, I implode, I am u t t e r l y surrounded by some Great-Gentle Sway.

The Eternal One.

Sustainer.

Peace-Maker;

my Absolute.

 

Darling, would you let me draw you out? Make the inherent kernel explode, beautifully?

 

I am stupefied:

A well has been given me, a treasure-trove of healing bestowed upon me,  The Imploder replenishing, refurbishing. . . realizing. . .

I am inebriated, constantly.

I am drawn nearer to you, Blessed. . .

I am silent;

my eyes opened.

 

Darling, would you let me draw you out? Make the inherent kernel explode, wonderfully?

 

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