In an Instant

Molded from the heart, the Oracle spoke and manifestations came. He knew 

this and would observe from the brush below. 

Once he had this knowing while worshiped as brightness but he miscalculated power and self beautification plummet him to nature’s terrain Low dimensional chaos left him desperate for control. His only thoughts now were;

“stroke feelings and access her heart”.  

So with forked tongue he delighted her senses, visits during the heat of the day, when she was most vulnerable. Entering her would strike full control.

 As soon as she swallowed she knew what she had done.

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Below are photographs of a gifted artist; Donald Neal 

Met him years ago on assignment in the Glades. We were helping 

the migrant workers with Asthma and one led me to Don. The 

experience was life changing. It's an honor to reflect the memory 

here with you all.

Donald Neal artist

"water droplets"  Cain and Able