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#~M Vogel asleep  at the wheel A smoothe sail, set a body of water, deep brings about the greatest need for trust And who are you to me as we float? And I, to myself  whether under full sail or land-locked, the waves.. as they roll, will not scuttle whether  within a depth, beyond fathom or a curbside built dam, a child-made puddle there is nothing that can pull, down but the weight  of my own, bitter keel and there's nothing in the ocean, lower than the way, my own actions can so often,  make me feel In this ocean, floating there is a world of un-doing                             and re doing The water, being a conduit pulling from me, nautical miles of the, unforgiven-- an ocean of changing emotions under late-evening skies of sometimes, torrent pulling me deeper into the need   to contain the containment,  of the need The dark skies, are where I go within  the allowance of the need, to become freed of all  of these obligatory-vestments. This ocean, so deep-- the one  inside of me carrying me away   to a place called, containment. #
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
on the smoothness, of skin
#~M Vogel asleep  at the wheel A smoothe sail, set a body of water, deep brings about the greatest need for trust And who are you to me as we float? And I, to myself  whether under full sail or land-locked, the waves.. as they roll, will not scuttle whether  within a depth, beyond fathom or a curbside built dam, a child-made puddle there is nothing that can pull, down but the weight  of my own, bitter keel and there's nothing in the ocean, lower than the way, my own actions can so often,  make me feel In this ocean, floating there is a world of un-doing                             and re doing The water, being a conduit pulling from me, nautical miles of the, unforgiven-- an ocean of changing emotions under late-evening skies of sometimes, torrent pulling me deeper into the need   to contain the containment,  of the need The dark skies, are where I go within  the allowance of the need, to become freed of all  of these obligatory-vestments. This ocean, so deep-- the one  inside of me carrying me away   to a place called, containment. #
alone in the bedroom singing, hallelujah.. https://youtu.be/6r7D6gNEWFs
#love#pain#solitude#containment
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Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:22 PM UTC
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