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November 12, 2016
It settles on me in my fears like a warm blanket, threads its way through this labyrinth spirit to exhale the afterthoughts swinging up my soul, as from a gallows. My breath dispels the rotten grist in an exhalation of tornadoes. I am saved from the mushrooming fevers so common in this thorny, black garden we trod without thinking, without pause, without ever questioning the diseases flourishing. I am levitated, unharmed, untouched. You give me this. I know not how, but by the alchemy of us I am saved. The Christ I can accept beams from our core, our love.