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Jan 2015
Feeling in charge of emotions and all
having the veiw of an entire world
climbing higher in the middle of a fall
seeing the places and people unfurl

A likely place to figure out everything
where life is perfect while being above
placing the actors where they belong
it seems that they have all but the love

Shooting the mind to a different level
trickling from there down to the soul
keeping track of the good and the devil
reading the future, practicing the old

Joining a wave of tempered vision
shapes and forms exclusively change
a following of legends like Jesus the risen
sees no bound, no border, no range

Under and over and through the walls
a sure way to be a part of it all
the ancients beckon the candle lit halls
they have their bread and their baccanals

Counting on plans that are coming this way
no need to guess, it's just a word that we say
a volunteer god that wanders these parts
the lands of hell, the lands of hearts
Don Miller
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Don Miller  GRAND CAYMAN
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