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March 18, 2018



by The Nuclearmind of Scott Utley

I was borne of vapor rising from the hairline racks of skyscrapers. I could fly before I could run. I could run before I could walk. I’ve seen the world in flames. I’ve heard my mother sobbing. I know your pain because I am an old man dying inhaling the newborn’s breath. I am the wind that churns. I am a young bird weeping. I am the center of the hawk’s red eye. Is it any wonder I cry so hard? 

Is it any wonder I laugh so loud? I am a towering tree. I’m a shooting star. I’m the ocean I swim in, the mountains I climb, the lovers I’ve known, the light & the dark & the children at play. I am the song of souls singing this song called life.

So is it any wonder you’ve been perfect from the start? You’ve always known how to sing, you simply forgot the song ’till now. You are an old man speaking his wisdom to the universe. You are a young bird singing. You are it’s mother laughing all the way, every single day. It isn’t any wonder.


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  1. May 1 2013

    gfjministry Thank you somuch. You move so fast it is uncanny. It is as is you ride a special wind that covers the globe within a fraction of a fraction. Wow!



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