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Reformation Blues

I have done time in the prison of the mind

 

sewed a blue chip on my shoulder

 

left the valley to roam and wander

 

nurtured a black, tormented seed

 

gave myself over to a blind man's need

 

 

I have done time in the sanctity of the moment

 

stripped down, undone, naked, free

 

felt the healing waters wash me clean

 

nurtured a bright, unfettered soul

 

gave myself over, finally whole

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denel-kessler
Published
Mar 18, 2016
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#mind#water#healing#blues#prison
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