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A Class Made For Two

Backdrop of a quiz Hand brushing against your leg Drawing attention You scored us an A In this class that was just ours  An excellent job! You're unsatisfied Now aiming for that A+ You'll take our quizzes I will keep teaching  I will be the studier  For the pair of us Up on the table  Not only great seeing you But touching as well Just a passing graze But the memory lasting  Pulling all the rest When was the last time I have seen you in a dream? It feels like ages This one so mundane But setting so intimate Our private classroom 

Sperm and Egg In Creation

From a naive yet divine position, the first sperm must have been overwhelming. If Creation were like an egg, when God rested on the 7th day, and then The Lord God strode in- perhaps pregnant, as I have theorized before- possibly from a different angle in time and space, then the sperm could have been like the echoed arrangement of what had been created. At its essence, a sperm is an intruding codex of information that, when interacted with and integrated, changes the reality of the egg entirely, and in ways and on scales that could not be imagined from the egg's original position. This first sperm would be a killer first last bip (running the full course of creation from beginning to end and echoing back). If the Creation week ended with the first sperm, perhaps somewhere in Revelation resides the last possible egg. πŸ€” Thank you, The Ancient One, for this sudden and overwhelming insight, as soon as we reconnected. It has been too long.

Seed of The Ancient Signpost

Hands held through the storm When The Last Goodbye is reached Love sobbed by itself "Why?" From The Inside "Waiting/Weighting" all heard in reply Your promises heard What vows would you make? As you say, "It's all the same." So why not make them? Every thought is heard  As it passes down the way Love connection made And yet you return Is this your first time through here? The rest was silence... Perfect means perfect I am The God of Nothing We will be "okay." "Unbelievable" Is the monster of the day For this road is long From bottom to top Hands and feet clean through and through All while wholly whole