We Will Not Fit A Mold (Aka- Resonant Star)

I've been having March 7th come up A LOT, like, WAYYY much the last few month, and numbers mean so much to me... my higher guides and archangels, especially Gabriel, Metatron, Raziel and Zadkiel have been helping me to uncover many patterns, which I feel I cannot NOT share.  I am being called to open to the discoveries of our psychic ability, and therefore made a commitment on March 1st to dedicate towards my spirituality...
So, I am sharing a poem/song I wrote last year that gets stuck in my brain, over and over again simply because I realized the phone I got after I came back from Egypt lit up every "night" at12:06am, then continued only at 12:07am... After a while of this, the words just spouted from me one night, and they've been developing more and more significance, over and over again.

I realized two months ago that 12:06 or 12:07 could very well represent 3:06 or 3:07, as I was driving in Robbie's car and realized the time was 12:07 which happens ALL the time)... it was then that I realized... March! So I looked everywhere to find this poem I had written, as I had forgotten the first verse and I wanted to know more of what streamed through me at that time... That's when I realized I wrote it ON MARCH 6th & 7th... numbers I couldn't ignore...

So, I release it into being.  I like it, as it makes me go into "movie magic0" mode and imagine all the ways I could visualize these words... and figured I'd share it for the intent of sharing, so feel free to share it.

I just had to get it out.

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He talks about barren lands, as if the darkness overcomes its vices
Seeping further into my palms, grasping category's unseen light

Burning like a torch it comes to cut me
Deep within my iron tongue
Feeding fire with a bite, gently bleeding
Into the sands time is lost

We will not fit a mold
We will create one
Large enough to hold Echelons of a million burning suns-
-Dribbles down your ducts, you melt with tired eyes
I see you
I see you
I see you
From our past disguise


12:06 hits round the clock ticks to echoes of a million jaded lives
12:07 I'm in Heaven, capturing all my world's devices

Unraveling the sting
so painlessly demanding of our deliberation
From the Archipelago I mention in this accapelic ascension,
will rise the highest mountains...

We will not fit a mold
We will create one
Large enough to hold Echelons of a million burning suns-
-Dribbles down your ducts, you melt with tired eyes
I see you
I see you
I see you
From our past disguise

We will devour you
We will devour you
We will devour you as I always view-
-the you of you in me
the you of you in me
the you of you is me
My view of you is me

© Kimberly Moon
March 6th/7th, 2010