At a young age it is instilled:
"Child, you shan't be seen but heard,
the words you speak are foretold...in uni(one)verse"
Thus upon this knowledge taught is
a figment of Divine Thought given unto
my ARTiculation of His Imagination: the eARTh,
and sourced within skin,
through diamante poet soles,
between wisdom and sin...
and behold; my palm holds a light of a sublime sort,
for I hath brought Messages of Divine Thought.

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Synesthesia is a poet...
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"We are a thousand tears over...T.I.A:
This Is Africa..."

through diamante poet soles,
between wisdom and sin...
and behold; my palm holds a light of a sublime sort,
for I hath brought Messages of Divine Thought

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Hello,

I really like the imagery here of a palm brimming with light. I like how you described it as "of a sublime sort" because it's like you see the light, and know it's from "heaven" (if you will), but also are unable to describe it because of its divinity...the light in itself is a message of divine thought. i like this piece. on a constructive note, i really thing your capitalization in the middle of words "detracts" from your poem. Your reader is intelligent. let her draw those things from the piece. don't do the work for her. i really like this piece. thanks so much for posting.

i liked your words, short and sweet

welcome

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garments of light recap'd;'

the saints....? or....?

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