i was born peculiar, with a different mind frame, like that lost sheep, black and unbelonging; following a hope note, tracing patterns to be enlightened in the unknown. it’s as if my home scintillates up above—beyond skylines bordering shimmering stars where Light beams.
i’m well versed on impossibilities and the subtlety of being rewritten before time was ever a construct, before foundations were laid, before the beginning. carved, on tabernacle to wear a tent and walk this flat plane of existence as an alien, awakened in covenants readying a supplant. and i’m-
unrestrained. from the collective consciousness of masses, to be counted a precious living stone with One rejected by the builders. and this mystery is everything beautiful like saneness sought or worlds unconcealed, unraveling The absolute Truth.
Ephesians 1
1 Peter 1-2
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