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‘Untitled’
I feel...
Afloat, light wears
pillowy soft smears
of a life eyes see...
Agasp... how much
more senseless...
touched by association,
society...
A Might...
for graspin’-scenes-
seem- so serene, free...
A Lot, Mind expansive
WHY? Non- Digestibles
don’t dwell well...
IN this, mystic state
the mental Awake
though still tryin’
to just be ME...
Published 4th May 2019
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4th May 2019 2:56pm
Waking is not a bright flash of light which reveals everything is beautiful, PoeticOne. It's a harsh reality for seeing exactly how things are. It's there you'll find your voice and discover who you truly are.
Good to see you back.
Good to see you back.
4th May 2019 9:54pm
Absolutely agree, though my take was merely
a “how nice it would be...” alas a ‘woke’ person
would likely shudder at such a dire vision before them... anywho, truly, n gratefully always appreciating YOU my dear... :)
a “how nice it would be...” alas a ‘woke’ person
would likely shudder at such a dire vision before them... anywho, truly, n gratefully always appreciating YOU my dear... :)
8th May 2019 8:49pm
