Crystalline Cool (35)

   
   "Crystalline Cool (35)"
   
   The old, leather Apache was feeling better; indeed, the myrrh offered a sweet and sublime solution of smooth solace.  Turn your lights on!!!  King Solomon knowing the beginning of wisdom is fear of God, and what is fear of God but light--the blue fame, the most intense part of fire, burning against pride, arrogance, and the forked tongue.
    Dad thought about Saint Andrew.  Tied, not nailed to an "X" forged cross.  The Northern Europeans understand this, as does Scotland, and more.  Furthermore, Odin on a tree.  The Abrahamic God allowing the lesser gods to mimic, and some to trick.  The 13 stars.  Virgin on the 13th day.  The blue of Saint Michael's vibrancy.  The white of Saint Gabriel singing for ALL, and soon announcing.  The red, no sense of humor--Saint Uriel and his sword of justice against manipulation and exploitation.  
   Saint Andrew saying he was not worthy to be on the regularity of a cross.  And the old Apache pondered the potency of Duncan, doing the slam dunk with them little elves, gift-wrapping glee and the birth of freedom for ALL.  
   When the brothers of Abraham unite, the shit will be wiped clean from the planet with mystical 2 ply--an inviolate white with 12 stars crafted on the purity of a Lady's Womankind--a merge of all hued frequencies, together, gelling for the Master and Maker of Intelligent Design, with a Son murdered in order to be understood, but saying:  "Your father is the father of lies and murder."
   Dad hit the peace pipe.  Took the tobacco deep into his lungs, purifying the fungus, holding it in until he exhaled and passed out--his prayers to Grandfather--and ALL people intrinsically know, if they sacrifice.