Insecticide #25

Restrain the tongue, my love;
let a little wisp of words
decorate the blank spaces in your mind;

Travel through time and within
the instantaneous array of God.

Welcome home,

No use for vacancies; be warned,
the rattling snake will find you,
and pin you to your mistakes.

So seek the intelligence, memory, and will,
to stifle all non-interactions with God.

Decorate the blank spaces in your mind,
with sophisticated concepts of time and light.

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