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Bolder & Colder

Every day I venture into the depths
Of my my mind, in search of my soul,
A heart felt search light to guide my steps
A base of a mountains face into mist, seeking to be whole.

Every night I put on a robe of midnight
Cascading over my skin, just like always,
Flowing to the floor in a lingua franca of a sacred rite -
As an astrolabe altar � alters the prosaic � mosaic of mundane strained days.

O� I am stained in strange that remains &
I care not who cares or cares not� I come from other dimensions & domains.

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Every day is a poem
Every night is

A

Roam

Up the mountain trail
To a summit

Without friend � foe
Or

Fail

Soul friend next to
The end

In a world
so

Cold

The poem
Is

Bolder
&
Colder