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  • there it is.. memory of pain , with all the ruins, on the side

    not waiting today to dry or re- touch tomorrow

    though photoshoping something else of truth seems how the embers began their daily call,

    for us all

    reminders of what fueled all our past's, that was burning before we approached dying

    The smoking trumpets among the false horns, we were force fed earlier, the same day

    There's, the blood that never touches healing

    never knows the Ivoried black cut from space

    never knowing that,

    There is nothing to Do, with sorrow

    Or letting go of my so called Control- Drift so it could walk with wakeful shadows

    We didn't know what the word was, the world, the power of life

    Had Less than , No idea of the suffering we shared seperatly for letting go

    The wells we dove into,

    just to find the deeper blue sorrows

    There, the light breaking down the walls I built for Dividing

    There. the broken windows edged with all the falling of letting go

    Mirrors forgetting yesterday, as it, Still Freezes past's shadow

    going on and on for infinity, like it always does

    Revolving door Chance , stung blind, by all the dark pierced entries

    Lessons we should have touched, should have known, should have let go

    And Time, the moving tomb

    Touch .. Simple, without thinking knowledge

    Dances among the windows, The walls, the doors, of all our brailled edges

    Shattering living!
    Broken truths
    Forevers Now

    The lush instant I closed my eyes

    so, you wouldn't see

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