If it were written in the stars then it must not have been legible,
For what we have is far from the destiny we sought,
Or perhaps velvet twinkles blurred the letters,
So that the script was transformed.
Clarity in Muddied Waters
A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.
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Crimson eyes peering soulfully from their sockets nestled among snowy fur.
Sizeable head bobbling on a wiry frame, awkward yet endearing.
Quick paced steps like the pattering of a heart,
Nimbly squeezing through the smallest of gaps, the tightest crevices, the most claustrophobic slits.
Built up muscles that still do not add any bulk to his lean body.
Fine scarlet veins visible through slightly translucent ear tips, branching thinner and thinner.
Not fuzzy and spherical like your typical white bunny, but more of a Alice in Wonderland’s White Rabbit:
Neat, not adorable.
Bobbly, not pint sized.
Awkward, not dear.
Just an everyday White Rabbit.
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Timber, honey boards
Beneath my body, stretched
Out in dappled sun.
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Seeping blood, star leaves.
Young contrast against the sky,
Translucent in light.
Clarity in Muddied Waters 
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