SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE
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A Lyric of Angel of the Morning Star of the Eastern Seas: St. Augustine: "What is Time?"
SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE By ocean side of river bed of weeping willows- then as the song of joy in the heart of threshing millstones, I saw angels reading from the Book of Life- and my lover of more than 3 aons, bloomed in times, for she was enshrined as the azalea lotos petals of an Empyrean unfolded the cosmological Hosts of Eternity. I was neither in Heaven, nor in Purgatorio, that she had passed, and has no memory of me, but a Voice from the heavens say her intent and desire is to forever pray for me, and lead me to Paradisal gates, when I will see her face to face, why Here now, in deserted, desert strand, off the Moutain cliffs, of the Hermit Kingdom, Korea, of the Southern Islands, will pray for me as a thunder vehicle diamond bolt, that I may be restored to health, and remaining poor to serve Thy Great Eternal Majesty, the Lord of Heaven & Earth. The Morning Star of East, an Angel, said I have no memory of Thee, but for you to be where I am, when there is no time, but the Salvation of Sun, and land of Mourning Calm, where the Fire and the Rose are equiposed and unanimously of Same, Null and Void& One. Richard S.Y. Kim, MA, MPhil, PhD John Jay College Fellow, CUNY Research Foundation-- Public Management, Cyber-Security & Philosophy
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A Lyric of Angel of the Morning Star of the Eastern Seas: St. Augustine: "What is Time?"
SURVEILLANCE, CRIME & PHILOSOPHY & CULTURE By ocean side of river bed of weeping willows- then as the song of joy in the heart of threshing millstones, I saw angels reading from the Book of Life- and my lover of more than 3 aons, bloomed in times, for she was enshrined as the azalea lotos petals of an Empyrean folded the cosmological Hosts of Eternity. I was neither in Heaven, nor in Purgatorio, that she had passed, and has no memory of me, but a Voice from the heavens say her intent and desire is to forever pray for me, and lead me to Paradisal gates, when I will see her face to face, why Here now, in deserted, desert strand, off the Moutain cliffs, of the Hermit Kingdom, Korea, of the Southern Islands, will pray for me as a thunder vehicle diamond bolt, that I may be restored to health, and remaining poor to serve Thy Great Eternal Majesty, the Lord of Heaven & Earth. The Morning Star of Eastern Seas, an Angel, said I have no memory of Thee, but for you to be where I am, when there is no time, but the Salvation of Sun, and land of Mourning Calm, where the Fire and the Rose are equiposed and unanimously of Same, Null and Void& Made One. Richard S.Y. Kim, MA, MPhil, PhD John Jay College Fellow, CUNY Research Foundation Public Management, Cyber-Security & Philosophy
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By ocean side of river bed of weeping willows-
then as the song of joy in the heart of threshing
millstones, I saw angels reading from the Book of Life-
and my lover of more than 3 aons, bloomed in times,
for she was enshrined as the azalea lotos petals
of an Empyrean folded the cosmological Hosts of Eternity.
I was neither in Heaven, nor in Purgatorio,
that she had passed, and has no memory of my countenance,
other than to pray and interced for a poor peregrine soul.
She was the Morningstar Angler of Morning Calm of East,
and she died, for whatever reason, for me the light was
too bright to see her form, image,
Dr. S.Y.R. Kim