Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

That place where life becomes a mask,

a healthy dose of triggered response,

a need to heal,

a time to in wise fashion,

recover a balance,

find solace in some out of body experience.

When the mind needs some fluid response

to help alleviate the pain,

when in that moment

we want to understand how the next step

will be regained within our own prowess

that fascination is the human condition,

nothing else, nothing beyond,

although we cannot deny the beauty and elegance

of some spiritual reckoning,

our faith, our beauty, our humility,

we are together asked to come to terms

with a rambling reality.

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When truth allows that occasion when

certainly …

Indeed, it is the meds.

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