The Fountain beyond time

Stark naked I stand in this mystical land where time seems to twist upon itself,

A malleable fabric it is indeed,

Allowing the dreamers to meet their needs,

As long as they continue to dream,

But if that‟s so then what happens to those,

Who dream no longer and have frozen their flows,

They wither and die without asking why,

Or borrow a dream or two I suppose,

So in this land of infinite space is,
A line that is drawn before the oasis,

For those who dare to dream and think,

And on we go way past the line forgetting about this fictitious time

Because from this fountain of Eternal Abundance we drink.

An Excerpt from The Life of God as “me”

by Gabriel Quincy Collymore

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