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Apr 2015
It occasionally settles,
when you least expect it...
after the turbines have slowed
to an alarming rate.
When your patience has exercised
to a formidable state.
An indomitable condition.

We'll talk to ourselves slowly,
comforting and calm,
to ease this transition.
This body is a vessel;
a bulwark of flesh,
enlivened by blood.
Hallowed and haunted.
Waiting for fulfillment.

Ready for something...
even if it's nothing.

-Kevin James
Quick 5 minute poem.
Pretty ******, but extremely satisfying.
Kevin James Barnard
Written by
Kevin James Barnard  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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   --- and Brian Payamps
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