Blessed graffiti poesy

How the worms dark arm, the dark arm of Tao, (i a wannabe now) all universe contained in, is good, has a place, all pain is good that takes shape, all thought enjoyed for the taste; Tao’s dark arm twists it’s shape around me, again,

Dark arm reaching forward in edited photo, nightshade perfume in social gatherings, imbuing the cavern with dark magic imaginings, stench of curses, coming off it, skeletons (hidden away as projections), in closets, all stem from lies, tho you probably think me unlucky, think different,

In such this cavern, wherein my visions flashing, with beauty herself, g, heart wrenching, with these portraits before me, hers and theirs, and a wheel of opposites, vying, each for control, I still standing, I stand there, unharmful, unharmed, and I’m  blessed, knowing my spirit standing, the way it does with heart still beating, is filled with a light immortal, my spirit,

The way lies try encircle, like each hex, a group of people surrounding – as a cavern does – think again, dark cannot penetrate light, my heart stands for what is right, what is shining in this cavern, is light from within my soul, what is standing is my spirit, eternal, blessed, my load is light, is light itself, here stands a miracle, yet I shake it off, and return it to Tao, blessed