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Jan 2012
In my past I would gaze
with eyes so vacant
as the stillness encapsulates,
the wonderment of
what once was
a breath. Free from entrapment,
but we, still stand,
so stagnant,
in the palm of a mediocre living.
In my past I would loll
amid the sounds
of my own self induced sorrows,
while Mother Nature
tried
to
awaken me.
"Celebrate! my imaginary friends."
But alas there was no melody.

Today I awoke in an indigo hue,
a long but forgotten friend.
Converse we did through
the silence
of
my
subconsciousness -
and birth she gave
to a sight I never had.
Mother Nature greeted me
with a silky sea of sun
upon my skin.
Mother Nature blessed me
with the illuminating innocence
of a babies laugh.
My soul rid my spirit
of the ghost in the machine,
and my sorrows became -
nevermore.
B S
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B S
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