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Dodging lightning
Somtimes the mask rips a little,
Just enough to poke a pupil through
As the sky rains down to assault me.
Striped of inner feeling of acceptances,
I dance leaving scars on the land
to mock the clouds for haunting me,
Giving me the ability to smell yet never taste,
Hear yet never see, reach yet never feel,
Every once a year out of a spand of thousands. I sit still and meditate
to balance my elements and while
Im vulnerable the heavens take dvantage
Of it. So im left with the options to convert 100 thousands wotts into will power to strive or spend the entire time dodging lightening.
Just enough to poke a pupil through
As the sky rains down to assault me.
Striped of inner feeling of acceptances,
I dance leaving scars on the land
to mock the clouds for haunting me,
Giving me the ability to smell yet never taste,
Hear yet never see, reach yet never feel,
Every once a year out of a spand of thousands. I sit still and meditate
to balance my elements and while
Im vulnerable the heavens take dvantage
Of it. So im left with the options to convert 100 thousands wotts into will power to strive or spend the entire time dodging lightening.
Published 15th Dec 2015
| Edited 16th Dec 2015
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