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living stone (Free verse) by nentwined The world ends
With blood
Let in dribs and drabs
The moment not knowable
As truth succumbs
To fancy flights
Fractalling
Zeno-logically
Ever tighter
Until that binary split
Of inevitability
Already having squeezed
Consciousness
From the stone.
Up the ladder:
lost souls
Down the ladder:
Through Your Eyes...
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Posted: February 8, 2021 1:25 PM PST; Last modified: February 8, 2021 1:25 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.910598 Overall Rank: 9620 Comments:
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rabbi sammy schtupp @ 127.0.0.1
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9-Feb-21/9:12 AM
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Oy vay!
A bit of a riddle, but knowable...
You don't have to squeeze quite that hard to make me but bruh.... Relax.
Peter writes, “As you come to him [Jesus], the living Stone—rejected by humans but chosen by God and precious to him—you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house.”
Is it a fancy flight, a metaphor? a fractal? or can consciousness be squeezed from a real stone, eons ago in some primordial soup? 2 view(s)
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