every realm bears upon me
its own distinct essence
through past
into present
i perish
the unending blessing
that renders me human
is home to the cherished
unknown
were i to recall
what was wrought from felled skies
through the lens of this living aberrance
the fabric of time
would begin to unwind
and the lone self that binds me
would vanish
Max, or Not 
Reblogged this on Streams Of Destiny and commented:
Inspiring words. A third of the stars fell from Heaven. Some think that means that angels became demons. But I sometimes wonder if it is earthbound humans who fell, waiting to return to another form.
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