mixing the sky

There is a mixture in the sky; high, why.  The sun rises before our eyes; conquer night.  Knights poor and right, simpler Templar. Lights like a beacon; flaming swords, Eden’s peace. Look to the east; waiting for Holy Ghost, release.

Knees will bow and the sound of his footsteps even Malcolm X; personal effects of the All. Sun rise, moon fall; parasites crawl, sons of Adam stand tall. Defense stone wall, saints Peter and Paul standing in the great hall.

Truth governs the law; by noon sun conquered all, Night- fall. Darkness can’t be found at all if so; small. Shadows lack; piano keys, black. Moving through time; can’t go back. At midnight the sky was black with a hint moonlight, at 3am sun moon fight; cycle birds in flight.

White knight on the side of life looking at the mixture in the sky; when is it really day and when is the night; insight, Polarized optimized as the sun continues: Rise. Like life, when we feel dark know there is a spark in our hearts; this is my song, meadow lark. Notes; high. But not as high as the mixture in the sky, why. Because the sun rises before our eyes.

Blackhemmingway~2014π

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