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Desolation

I feel the soil crumble under my feet
Abandoning the ligature of reason
Across the fertile fields
To the edge of a timeless Forest
Swaying in the perfumed scent of summer

In these neural waves of conscience
Clouded thoughts begin to weep
On coffee grains of dirt
Swirling on the cool breeze
In times of desolation
Written by Evocation
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Author's Note
Walking in the fields...listening to Pearl Jam...
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