My mind melts.... my thoughts drip and run into puddles that become huge globs of hardened wax.
Wax that becomes a seal over vain imaginings, a seal that trys to keep in a tomb the pure, good thoughts that lie waiting to come to life.
Come o Son of fire and glory, come melt these hardened thoughts. Break the seal of death and give life to the thoughts that are pure, true, noble, reputable, gracious, authentic, the best, not the worst, the beautiful; Your thoughts from YOUR mind.
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