Strange Babylon

Desolation is the greatest despair in the depths of ignominy and the American prism. A prison erected with mental walls-emotional barriers- and physical confinement. The gates of heavy metal latches across, the breastplate-a familiar place for babes and suckling’s A remote and sacred place for the uprising of levitating windpipes and the breath of sudden release in the wait between life and death. The elements of the Eucharist in breath- clings to the saps of a weighted sack of air threshing with probity and certainty- rises up again. Foison-foison alone carries the spirit on an enduring journey.

Expostulating words is the sackcloth of garments that conceals the naked breastplate of amour. Expedite the flesh to parts unknown-saddle the feet to colorable footwear and find the path ahead. Detriments-detriments is far more explained than the dramatic irony of vessels adrift on the sea of life- on trips with mast less ships in search of coco-plums and candelabra trees.

Dire straits-dire straits are an obvious reality of debilitated efforts to break free outside the American prism. The dead loads of bars are feet apart from the floors of prisons- dead letters and unpaid postage covers the curing layers of concrete.? The elements of the Eucharist in breath- clings to the saps of a weighted sack of air threshing with probity and certainty- rises up again. Foison-foison alone carries the spirit on an enduring journey. A view of the empyrean is the greatest desire in the depths of ignominy and the American prism. The gate of heaven lifts the burden and the weight from strained shoulders. The ancestors come into view in the line of many generations. Four hundred years is an earthly eternity for those who uphold the pagan outlook of emergent evolution. The empressement of fools is the emporium of the former place in the wilderness of secluded areas, a long stretch, and a hard road to travel.

Strange Babylon in the history of two-thousand years of vigils -the cremains of the lost at sea and the remains of those unfounded in the land of plenty bones is an anomaly. Take the refugees to the house of muleteers- walk them across the digital landscape of developed plantations. Test the heart strings in the divided chambers of the heart and measure the gravity of the flow of air in the bosom of the chest. Read the instruments- the signs are in the veins- the spirit pours out a strange valour from the ceiling- flees and returns with vengeance and expedite the findings. Old Babylon the crib of babes and suckling's nesting in the dream land of milk and honey (awake from the dream) of hollow grounds. Iron is the mattress-copper is the bed-the plates of nickel pillows (under the head)- the sheets are stained with Sulphur- fire burns in barrels and crates- wooden legs shakes and breaks asunder from yonder-the American prison-the American prism.

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Mystery Babylon-estranged

FSW-VG

02/07/21

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Reposted 01/25/25