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Your minds eye
is slowly waking up
to the power of your voice
forging the innate transformation
of a kinder time.
through the mist of a floral scent;
you plead with your past
you reach out and caress that moment
your mind transcends it to the future
slowly it grounds its roots
bridging back the time that was
you forget the spontaneous
you leave yourself mundane
Wailing for the joy of a pleasure
Your mind never resting to just be
the thoughts are all constricting
facilitating the event
into the meager desire to let go.
Don’t let all this be your function
set afire the roots that are inspired to hold you back
let your ashes ride the wind through all that is.
I know you might contend with the spirit that surrounds you…but I wouldn’t want you to be left holding the broken glass that seeks to be pieces.
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