Six days.A to do list.

Stretched out on an eternal canopy,over the horizon,supported by,east,west,south,and north.

Words spoken in a whisper,hushed to a scream.Dont awaken the giant,let his breath come forth.

A tear from your eye,a drop of rain.A precipitated moment that lingers between within and without.

An angel confronts and appeases,a dream within a dream.Falling into consciousness captivity, Awakened by a mighty hand.A murmur inside a shout.

Spiritual paralysis.Dont stir the dead.Tossing and turning from words, that were spoke.

Flooded by watered down sermons in a lather of forseen sweat.Floating into a halo of a secreted mirror of smoke.