Rivers Of Blue Gold Comments

I was Enoch looking at colored trees where clusters of life made me
believe. Blue apples and gold oranges were lights we called “Bread”. We ate fervently hoping that the cosmos bled. They called me “E.A.” when I communicated to galaxies in gardens called “Eden” that transfigured and transfigured. What was once cosmology is now Earth’s mythology and almond shaped star gates bridge serpent ropes and wormholes.
The tonal vibration of love is called “Tara” while weapons of terror clouds all concepts of compassion.
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