Inklin’

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Dead, deep down...

All the things had been swept over.

Go, stay out there.

Explore the walls,

Look to the sky -

What a way to wake up!

Knock the feeling,

For good this time.

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Playing catch up... 🤦🏻‍♀️

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“I quit bothering

A long time ago.”

Those words burning holes...

In his mind,

The walls,

In a breath-

Nothing

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Trying to get somewhere,

Only -

I wonder where?

Tickling the mind to life...

Feeling the soft,

The slow,

The something:

More.

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I make it sound easy,

But...

The old fairy tale,

Sometimes couldn’t help -

Even now.

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As we compare

Day to day,

Week to week,

We haven’t figured out

What we’re looking for,

But we can’t give up...

We can’t give up

Going for real.

No more thinking about

Ready or not -

Let’s run.

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Trying to visualize the day,

Hoping we come back -

One day -

To rest.

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The itch to go

Burst forth in all her glory,

Spinning without saying anything.

An intense curiosity to breathe

The dark laced with memory.

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How wonderful life is,

When you don’t live in a

World

Of

Circles.

I stopped moving,

And watched as he

Into

Blackness

Descended.

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Follow him back to the morning,

Crawl out from under

The dead, the dark, and shadowed.

Wondering glimpses of light -

It seemed so ordinary...

At least for us.

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Things to think about...

The secluded place where

Wonder, quiet, and still lay.

The perfect place -

If it weren’t torn apart.

Some things were too perfect.

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It’s kinda fading -

Tried to talk about it...

Something choking,

Something like remembering.

You were with me,

Felt the words,

Memories.

I can only hope,

If the world’s the way I saw it,

Can’t you tell me...

If I’m still me?

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Power:

An old way,

An ordnance that has stood,

And it stands today -

For all it’s ancient pains.

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Enthrall me,

That my soul

May be home

In the throng.

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Perish all I’ve sought

And hoped

Or known...

I have stayed my heart,

And heaven, still my own.

Storms howl,

Clouds gather -

All for me.

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I can hear my calling,

Through the garden:

I will follow.

Will follow grace

All the way.