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Half awake and barely there
eyes ache to shut out light
numbing senses fail to care
evening slumber hides in dark corners of mind
Waves it seems in weary blight
hiding answers in my stare
dreams of you await in night
Trapped in places I'm too tired to find
Close my eyes and see you when I'm blind
Inevitable in this fluid leaf strewn brook
is the branch that leads to a stagnant pool
though life and nature are there.....it is not clean
No clear water to quench my thirst
and So......
Backpaddle again , up streams of turbulent rumblings
search as I do for the fork that leads ...somewhere else
over these pebbles seeming slick and grand
twigs as mighty oak bows tower above
and so......
Into the river floats my dream of this world
dunking below the fury of drenched relations
the cool taste of melted crystals in my lungs
lay my head on the rounded stones of her timeless belly
and so......It goes
and so......Do I
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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