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Feb 2012
Oh hollow sound,
That chest thumping
Engine does Fire the
Soul, rousing its deep
Slumber amidst the cloud.
The sea boils over as
Insipid statements vacate
My hollow mouth
Drips venom from its limestone,
The stalagmites offer no wave break.
Why resist a tide if the boat
Sinks to the bottom of its own
Will?
Why persist hauling land to you
When it refuses to give?
Loose your minute, release the
Tied string from your hand.
The brain is a ruined, hollow, shell
That falters from its duty of
Assistance.
Give in, desist, relinquish.
Self is lost in my lack of
Helping you.
But I learn.
I improve and I try,
I form my self,
I reform myself.
Taking part in a grand dance of
My soul, I am again made for you.
I must be, I must act, I must help
For you.
I will help,
I will try
I will continue to improve.
I will be,
I will love,
All only for you.
Jack Touchet
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