Empty void once was mine habitat,
soulless was what I was walking,
living with my mess…
and new creation at the turn of events,
this first
a one time infection,
but for progressive instilling from an initial reaction
takes the habitual process of realizing
that death had been initiated,
taken up in a symbolic enactment
where love meant obedience…
life,
light,
the straight and narrow
is an everyday step of being infused inside out
outside in…
habitual,
a love initiated ritual.
Habitual ritual
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A Chorus of Echoes 