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This is stalemate. Back to back, with no place to go. I can tell you how the wolf no longer howls at night. How the snow has turned to rain. How the stars fade to black and how the moon drifts aimlessly like a feather under a blanket of bruised clouds. This is at present, the universe of my soul. How I lost my voice. How I don't know why. How it makes no sense, how I know deep inside, this is exactly the place we ought to be, in stalemate, back to back, with nowhere for us to

Suited men with credit card dreams Drifting on white powdered seas They never stop and wonder where this life is headed Book shops fade away As vape stores rise and stay Moon beams bounce off neon lights Old people stooping at a red light Cheap perfume punctuates the night A woman lost in mobile fiction. The shout of a drunk left shipwrecked where he sunk As haughty taxis sail past his addiction Darkness now smothers the city The stars look down to see, plastic cups and paper

Jump, jump into the river; you'll feel alive with me. Feel, feel the cold rush, take my hand, you are free. Take the moon beams from your eyes and fill them with the stars instead. Jump, go ahead jump and I will be your guide. We'll laugh and look up to the sky. For we are free, free indeed.

The reality of each moment no longer exists. It immediately becomes a memory that survives within our own translation. We are walking on disappearing steps that vanish as soon as we arrive on them. These moments have molded us on the way and we become an image of their totality. Two people can live the same life and turn out differently as we choose to learn or choose to become bitter from each moment in time depending on which memories we root out and which we keep. Our memo

God's Call to Winter A bonfire's ember sparks bright and then expires. Willowy smoke lingers on, edged with cidered breath. Rolling bees on crumbled apple's brew. Chestnuts burst from spiny cases, Hedgehogs curl to cosy stasis Doors are slammed and shutters close; the sky turns white from honeyed glow. "It's time to sleep" God seems to say, as autumn's shout shrinks to winter's whisper.

This is the story of how I converted from a 'spiritual '/New Age lifestyle to waking up and becoming a committed born again christian. It was a slow transition and numerous times I found myself tempted back to the magic of New Age spiritualism, the power of the laws of attraction, tarot/angel cards, hypnosis, meditation, reiki. crystal healing, the third eye, the kundalini, yoga, astrology to name a few. There is no doubt there is power behind these activities but I disco