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Steadily The Step
Written on a mystical search throught churches with Bao Radcliffe
A moment set forward, passing onward,
animosity of demons pressures the air of each peace,
tearing the tears born of perseverance and pain.
Privacy of retreat denied, figureheads disclose the nakedness found only in dreams.
Chains of self-harassment bind a breath of each moment.
Stand clear the door of this heart, it holds not sorrow or pains.
Stand forth defeating pain of my love,
stricken with the full intensity of your existence,
it only substantiates full to reality each blossoming surge of an existence.
As I walk into the church I stand face to face with the air.
Confrontation, I speak out;
"Are you there, forever and inquisitive, subdued yet inevitable?"
Emotions once scattered, churn, cultivate,
grow out into the air, filling the space of none before.
Consciousness evolves, completing a feeling,
launching a motivation sought after yet never achieved.
Attaining dimensional self-art, everything must be perfected excluding the minute,
the time between the increasing need of dimension and returns.
Self-awareness, collective consciousness,
bring life to the leaves which die in the season of her being.
Emotions un-crumbled, creating a feeling, creating an idea, similar goals,
different aspects, the first moment of actual bliss,
tightening the limbs of existence, constantly compelling,
intuitive yet instinctual fortitude.
Ocean-like field of mist flows across the road
of this night's travel beneath my feet,
whitish mist in the wind, like a ghost through the air.
The trinity is blessed. It can be hell.
Songs of the seasons flow,
as change is the man and fire is the hand
that holds the hungered winds of souls.
P. J. Campise
