It Has Transpired

I am covered in black grease
Forever in a quick search for evolutions,
This is my offering from eternity.

I peer inside the island of sanity,
Apt to describe the volume of water
When the waters subside.

I have been covered in lovely spirit
Ignited by sparks of salvation anyhow,
I rather would like to screen you from it.

I find nothing more than secret passageways,
Covered in black soot, feeding the actualities
Of a war within, peering outside due to love.

There is an open wooden door,
I like the wars it describes with force,
My lovely act has transpired from the depths.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
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