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Jan 2016
The landscape that surrounds me is changing
Folding and unfolding into a strange, new locale
My present drags heavy
As I await it's final alterations
Parts of me demand the familiar
As others desire undisclosed possibilities
My current living has grown tired
I scavenge for a feat worth declaring
I grow into my new surroundings
Until it fuses with my movements
With my thoughts
I grow until I am fully fulfilled
Robert Corbeil
Written by
Robert Corbeil  Forest Park IL
(Forest Park IL)   
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