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You know that poem?

Where you find a hole in the road
that you keep falling into,
until you side step it and avoid the hole….

….a poem of my own….

I came along a hole in the road that I keep falling into.

Long ago I stopped
falling in, but
I kept my eyes on
That road,
  because I
lusted for
the hole,
it’s darkness
and
shadows.

Then I’d
bring
a bright and
Gnosis is
born.

In that, I found I was made from darkness and need not fear….

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