Understanding Pointed Relief

We walk inside spacious caverns of time
always the bearer of stressors divine.
We shed our layers to find an internal skin
that sort that by blood some define as kin.

We wonder out loud to whom the day belong
if we stretch our need with salutatory song
We cry alone aware that no one understands
though if feel real, to no one’s eye demands

We shatter dream in order to avoid falsehood
Instead we land square inside the hood.
We want to feel and breathe and love and love
the stars with dove cries are listening above.

We would have last time recognized this one
We know that energy is universally our sun

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