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Feb 2016
The dream was a deeper feeling of emotion
There was nothing to hold it back
No notions of manhood
Or sanity
Or walls to build
Or stones to carry
Only bare feet
And faith in our differences
As shapes of anger and longing float by
But as he looked upon them they changed
And he realized that they did not want to him to know
So instead of looking
He felt their presence
And the room suddenly was full of light
Not because his eyes were filled with the sunrise
But because his soul was awake
Every emotion he had ever felt gathered before him
And none would look upon him
For they could not ask of him what they could not give
And when he finally stood up
He took his time
There was no reason for haste
Or impatience
His life would now forever know
That a dream was the way inhibitions yield to truth
And that emotion is the only way to love
Mark Lecuona
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