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My Irish roots.
The generational line
Sourced to find
The deeper hidden roots
Caught in the bind
Of generational layers
Constantly in feed
To the process through time
Where all of one's seeds
Will settle and nestle
In the body as designed
From the web of entanglements
Chosen through time
Every seed ever danced
In the sperm, in the egg
Forges the awakening
Of your deeper inner dread
Witnessing the chaos
Witnessing the dream
Of the illusionary nature
Of a human in it's stream
In its darkness and its dungeon
Caught by the frames
Of the Irish generational
Grandmothers dream
Her long lineage
Herald a foreign sky sound
When the ethereal awakened
To free what was bound
Such gaiety and dance
Such a chorus was meld
In that moment that the lineage
Of my grandmother was held
IN the deepest part of my being
In the deepest part to find
Of a lost generation
Caught in my mind
Caught in my body
Caught as my bind
The darkness is over
The meld was divine..
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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