i jumble the jargon to fit a ragamuffin's
head-he of another, younger-different, generation;
it falls heavily to the floor, poofs! wobbles lower,
sawdust toward heaven, gets six inches.

i am an avatar; a replicant; a same; another-
different me; God produced in his allowance of Love.
my virtual reality is flowing and fulfilled daily;
sated; sad for my Grandson's future, glad for mine
fearful of that moment when even my avatar is taken
from the gameboardEarth, our true first Heaven.

it is a life sentence; convicted for breathing, eating,
existing. your goal, during this inmate stay is simple:
Learn LOVE, then learn how to BE LOVE itself.

10/07/2011

Posted on 10/07/2011
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