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Gone Spiralling Again

Gone spiralling again
up toward the heavens
chanting up heaven's sky
knowing that the promised land is here
in my head and my heart
in my hands in fingers
innocence's honeydrip,
these are my eternal rivers that flow

I am Zion.
I am the promised land.
I am cherished.
I am the treasure.
I am the savior who comes in right on time to save the day.
I am the picture, perfect.
I am seven multi-color horses of danger, of doom, of delight, of delicious, and the horsemen, too, riding in to provide whatever dreams and nightmares were requested.

I am right on time.

I am the diva laughing in color, heralding choruses of sweet in black-and-white,
Notes spilling out from my purpley-prosed lips as oxygen, as manna,
as comfort to the aching temples and eardrums, as molasses for your morning
pancackes, as an all-day-afternoon-long hug, embrace, affirmation of your
beingness, of your goodness, of your wondrousness,

of my lovingkindness,
of my divine right place in the world as a healing and loving agent,

I am the cure-all-specialty recipe for you,
for me

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-Be.