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Faith

My eyes move over the broad hills

and feeding cows with little interest

what flows through me

is a positive emotional experience

not easy to put in words but

if i could

perhaps it is

the space

to clear

your mind.

 

Or have you tucked yourself away in a ranch house,

wireless to the Network?

Are you craving

an existence far-fetched from reality?

 

The manners, the sobriety, my shoes

even my smile

is a prosperous presentation.

 

Do you believe

that there are individuals ******

to deserve the bottom?

Do you think that some of them

are the lucky ones

and that

maybe you

aren't?

 

And then you crack open a tiny conch-shell size of the universe

and give your worries up to God,

who is now your best friend with the bright idea

that you too have power beyond measure.

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Written by
antoinettebrandt
Austrian
Published
Jan 21, 2014
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