Filament in Glass Bulb I

A muddy exterior

Absorbs the likeness of darkness,

As a vortex from the deep of the Messier 98. Transition by sand,

Quickened from the nucleus of a lifeless soul,

As a root out of the underground.

For twelve degrees of thirty units,

Laid beyond the north and the south

An inhabitant of unfair skin

In the second month of the coldest set of eyes. One drowned here,

Buried in sin,

The death of the remnant of bones.

Yet stars burn in their collapse of clouds of dust,

The element of glass;

Free,

Taintless,

Positive,

Yet dense.

Within the marrow they reside,

As conductors of new life,

The current of blood volume,

Halved.

Here to find that I am fundamental,

Essential,

And clothed in the glory of celestial bodies,

Had not I consumed the dirt that poored my sight.

C’s are incomplete degrees, weak, unstable, and photosensitive.

“In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light, and there was light.”

Man was the filament,

Passionately encased,

Clothed incandescently,

Intensely igniting the collision of particles,

The formation of a prototype,

An act of creation.

Then type met Antitype,

The entity of rebirth of man with God.

Mass is null,

Collapsing under the gravity of selfish ambition onto destruction.

May the God of consuming fire,

The Therapist of Light appear.

Sunlight

Water

Exercise

Abstemiousness

Rest

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Nutrition

Oxygen

Trust in Divine Power

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Transparent and illumined with glory.