Strength

Original Art by Harry Edgar Palacio

I sift through the astral plane. As the glow of the cherry brightened and dulled. Huge breathes. I traveled slowly nowhere. Into the gaping vortex. The underbelly of thought. The origin of religion was nestled snugly within the recess of his eyes like a labyrinth of spirit.  Hiding a deep mystery, I closed my eyes to find what I may never see.   

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