Once a friend

Reminded me of time

When sitting alone

I realized

That way I’d remain

And yet glancing into the

Night sky

I imagined freedom

That knowing resistance

Doesn’t allow the blue

Feeling of abandonment

In quiet

Interference to remain

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A single cloud shadows the moon.

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In that moment

The world continues

Rotating

The cycle

Circle of hope

All of our deepest fears

Will return with the next wave

Silence

And we cry with soft remorse

Not knowing the reality

Just understanding confusion

As a substitute for

Normalcy.

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We are delightful creatures.

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Our notions

Our paths

Our ideals

Recalled

As we experience a turmoil

Seeming despair

Outside of His hands

(We think too much)

We are compelled by

A knowing state of mind

“Been here before”

I shout out with a driven angst.

Cry for me

I delight in the pain

And it is mine

Cause by cause

I shall flounder

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And the mind shifts

. 

Sudden urgency

Piques our spiritual caravan

Again riding the crest.

Our new notion to survive

At its birthing.

“This really is me!”

Shout it again

And again and

-A ghastly reality-

It’s only Tuesday

And this mindset

Is sustaining mileage

Washing away hope

And settling in, in, in-

Decision.

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A moment arrives to reconcile.

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If I walk in fresh sand

I create a motion

That pours upon its self,

Allowing a remarkable

Change in the atmosphere.

Glancing back

I might suggest

I’ve noticed such imprints

And now memory remains.

A quiet resonant laughter

Emanates from my lips to reconcile

That eager bit of anticipation

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In a moment memory of silent wrath

Walks me undeterred along a new path