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4. Awakenings
My shackles shake
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
Published 14th Sep 2020
Author's Note
Filling in the gaps of the wee hours...what to do!
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14th Sep 2020 7:07am
Love the clarity that comes with the night ... when all the noise of life quiets ... so I can hear my self ... nice poeting ...
14th Sep 2020 8:47am
Indeed, it's the clarity before the storm. Thanks for reading a d much apprecated.
Marcus
Marcus
14th Sep 2020 1:39pm
The clarity before the madness! Yes, I know it well. Great write as always, Marcus. You rock!
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