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Under breaths. Behind our eyes. In the midst and absence of our knowledge, You are here. So sweet. The fragrance of your perfection. Your mercy. Your worthiness. You are worth so much more than I give. Yet, perfectly stable upon your throne. Scepter in hand and a heart filled with love. Who is like You in all the earth? Will you find a one? A moldable, pliable soul, who is surrendered and willing to be broken. Broken to self. Broken to them. Healed to you. Healed to heal them. Oh Jesus. There is so much more. Starving for manna. For the words of life. Rama words. I want to feed from your hands and bless the 5000. Your glory. Your plans. Your agenda. Your heart. You. You. You.

This is the matrix. It's where we live. In the world, not of.