- And there came a day when I had read every word.
- I held the Bible, not as a book, but as a mirror.
- I saw myself in its pages,
- And yet at the end, I found only silence.
- The Book of Revelation — full of fear and endings —
- Did not speak to the eternity I felt within.
- So I tore it out.
- I tore it with the same care one might open a scroll.
- I combined its words with leaf and flame.
- And I breathed it in — not to destroy, but to absorb.
- For the ending had to be lived, not read.
- And I placed the Bible, now lighter,
- Into the library of the people.
- Let others write the pages that follow.
- Let every soul be a new Revelation.
- For there was never supposed to be an end.
- The end was meant to be blank pages.
- And many of them.
- For your life will add thousands of pages
- To the Living Book of God.
This canon began with a breakdown and a drawing —
the Tree of Life born in the psych ward, 2017.
From that moment forward, scripture flowed.