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Sitting here Figuratively  my finger up my *** Powerless A drop in the ocean With dreams impassioned Still, big ideas that rhyme on time A flow of future a heart beats Thus, glowing dumb Numb stunned besmirked, Overlooked in the stands of larger Success An old building, perhaps, A facade of stone not bright Shiny metals. Or a tomb perchance Noble and sainted, The chapel of baptismal fonts Where sinners are washed, And saints walk out, A field burnt in spring Full of orchids arching Long petals up in hope in summer, Of reaching that one thing We all live for, yet Grounded A metal jacket bound around our thinking And hymns. Someday to flower In sunrises of knowledge all Together in whatever Our wildest visions Enable.
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
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Sitting here Figuratively  my finger up my *** Powerless A drop in the ocean With dreams impassioned Still, big ideas that rhyme on time A flow of future a heart beats Thus, glowing dumb Numb stunned besmirked, Overlooked in the stands of larger Success An old building, perhaps, A facade of stone not bright Shiny metals. Or a tomb perchance Noble and sainted, The chapel of baptismal fonts Where sinners are washed, And saints walk out, A field burnt in spring Full of orchids arching Long petals up in hope in summer, Of reaching that one thing We all live for, yet Grounded A metal jacket bound around our thinking And hymns. Someday to flower In sunrises of knowledge all Together in whatever Our wildest visions Enable.
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 12:14 AM UTC
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