All Our Knowing

How does killingavenge a killing or hitting rectify the blow? How does willing redeem free willing is this the only way we know?

Now the gloaming dusk is falling briny tide is rolling out. Can you hear the darkness calling, can you taste its loaming doubt?

Trust our word, The Word, the Word this they say to us--absurd. Can't they see our hearts now glowing, emptied all of all our knowing?

By: Elizabeth Esther October 1, 2011

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