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There is just too much Too much to feel:        *Eruptions of emotion channel from my core to the surface Only to be siphoned off and returned to the callous cauldron The magma dashes at my inner walls and The wretched pain it causes is tightly sealed away; Kept such that no one would suspect… No one suspects Mother Nature is alive within And she is restless* There is just too much Too much to think:       *Contemplations accelerate through my mind's eye Ideas and reminiscences claw the pupils, Each one consumed with self-importance hence driven with desperation to tumble through that narrow opening, Falling instead into the cauldron Wherefore they agitate its contorted contents* There is just too much But, Like a calm ocean, The surface waves are gentle Healthy blue-green water dances to the shore and back Crisp, salty spray permeates the air Which invariably caresses the lungs of the living Like a calm ocean, the surface waves are gentle Masking the horrors lurking in its murky depths.                                                                                                  -A.M.E.N.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Turbulent Flow
There is just too much Too much to feel:        *Eruptions of emotion channel from my core to the surface Only to be siphoned off and returned to the callous cauldron The magma dashes at my inner walls and The wretched pain it causes is tightly sealed away; Kept such that no one would suspect… No one suspects Mother Nature is alive within And she is restless* There is just too much Too much to think:       *Contemplations accelerate through my mind's eye Ideas and reminiscences claw the pupils, Each one consumed with self-importance hence driven with desperation to tumble through that narrow opening, Falling instead into the cauldron Wherefore they agitate its contorted contents* There is just too much But, Like a calm ocean, The surface waves are gentle Healthy blue-green water dances to the shore and back Crisp, salty spray permeates the air Which invariably caresses the lungs of the living Like a calm ocean, the surface waves are gentle Masking the horrors lurking in its murky depths.                                                                                                  -A.M.E.N.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
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