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Sep 2010
The door was cracked..

And in a dark shower,
I was visited upon by horrendous visions,
demons of changelings, melting and reforming.

My Door opened and I released until,
coming into focus,
I saw the core of me:
an imperfectly smooth shorestone,
not yet made experienced by the shorebreak.

I released again in the darkness,
and was regarded, and nearly greeted
by a young deer.

She was still,
but perhaps not peaceful.

I faced myself and released,
and saw feathers.

I felt them follow my shape.

I felt growth.

With another release I saw an alligator,
which I tried to distance.
Until I saw it's eyes.
The two animals were not friends,
were not enemies.

I breathed,
and lingered in the darkness.

I thanked God,
and stopped the water.
Work in progress
but was still compelled to post
Keith Ren
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