To the end I am God being,
Keeper of my dream,
I am a queen.

Poison comes into my ears,
But I am blessed,
For they are deaf.

I feel myself rising,
Bright, sexy moon,
Goodbye, gloom.

Living, breathing, pure love and life,
So much I might burst like a star.
Love, falling like rain around me.

Watch it grow.
Now, I know.

Genevieve Hoskey
October, 2006
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