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Nov 2013
I was in a place.
where the air was dramatic.
tricky ripples with breezy chaos.
Fate was engulfed.
waiting for curiousity,
to do its natural purpose.
I was by a riverbank.
The moonlight was a syringe of special devotion.
Nobility,
Became established time.
Shifting granite clouds
& marble eyed stars.
The frost,
Found hands to numb.
I was breathing water.
Leaking spiritual elements.
Risking life for fulfillment.
Differences,
Always found a way to reveal themselves.
A calling from tarnished abilities.
A damaged soul, reconciled.
I was in a place.
Where the air was comet dust.
And destiny,
Who's usually on time,
Was somewhere secluded,
Counting hours,
Waiting,
For her chance to shine.

David Johnson
Written by
David Johnson  Racine, Wisconsin
(Racine, Wisconsin)   
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