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VirgilI am a collector of lost souls, the dejected, the anguished, the torn, unknowingly they call me to them, beacons in the dark, silvered sorrow I cradle them in the eye of Hell, in which they forever stagger, I wrap them in the warmth of truth, a light I would hardly know, I take and sew together the scraps of their tattered souls, the sullen and the wronged, broken hearted and the dying, I take their hands and lead them through Hell, to murky promises of light then leave them to continue alone, fighting up the landslide of the path toward the sun, &Virgil


Sleeps UnionSleep, that illusive little death, that slips in like a drug and takes conscious in a somber war, gently pressuring the blood into a more relaxed flow, the brain into an open state of meandering thought and foggy image, to softly drift in black waters, the calm of the river Lethe, alone, peaceful, returning to a state of union with universal all, losing the self to God conscious, releasing individuality and becoming transient, in the peace of night all return to that from which we began, that light should become evil, waking reluctant,Sleeps Union
| I am a storyteller through written word, photographs, and drawings. I am also a Shaman of Lakota and Celtic traditions, a practitioner of Chinese Medicine and martial arts, a hermit, and the proud owner of an invisible tail. |
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