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BENEATH THE BEAUTIFUL SAPPHIRE BLUE
Waking where the animals feed.
Dancing with the savages.
Blending with this dust of land.
Through my calloused hands,it passes.
You cannot see the sun,
but you burn within it's heat.
I'll see myself,only once.
I fear the sin,alone is blinding.
Chance has violently thrown me here.
At waters edge,the first I've found.
I wash myself,my face,my hands.
To cleanse the soul,would mean to drown.
As ripples calm reflection stares,
calling me under,into the womb.
Submerged to baptize,never rise...
from beneath the beautiful sapphire blue.
Dancing with the savages.
Blending with this dust of land.
Through my calloused hands,it passes.
You cannot see the sun,
but you burn within it's heat.
I'll see myself,only once.
I fear the sin,alone is blinding.
Chance has violently thrown me here.
At waters edge,the first I've found.
I wash myself,my face,my hands.
To cleanse the soul,would mean to drown.
As ripples calm reflection stares,
calling me under,into the womb.
Submerged to baptize,never rise...
from beneath the beautiful sapphire blue.
Published 26th Oct 2013
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26th Oct 2013 4:22pm
Disquieting...Chilling...Haunting...yet, this piece has a mysterious, spiritual quality--
to see one's self reflected[the soul],but o n c e upon the surface, before the "CHOICE" is determined....
Appreciated the dark, irony of your 'cleansing' analogy.
to see one's self reflected[the soul],but o n c e upon the surface, before the "CHOICE" is determined....
Appreciated the dark, irony of your 'cleansing' analogy.
