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A Vortex To A Quill

shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind

blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness

alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave

a quaint encounter to the vast duration of negate circumstances

all of life is a test each of us is caught up in its fix you see

out of sincere necessity one is willing in which to achieve

the heavy garb of compromise is suddenly removed from there eyes

does it come at any big enough surprise the closing of the door

another window will appear this time very clear

light & love

hands, eyes & feet

shadows block the vortex in my magestic thoughts

once again I'm on a raft near the shore I suddenly get tired falling into a sleep

next I know I'm out in the middle of the sea away from know civilization

life hits us hard when we least axpect it to

many have bitten off far more then they could ever chew

sullen brevity

the quill is a welcoming mat for all to enter

a heart saturated with truth will withstand the truest test of time

sublime

many times we have to come up for air

a little folding of the hands and then

hopefully you will understand

yet a heart will not beat something it clearly can't

the mere notion of love is not for the faint hearted

love permeates a soul vested existence

with columns of lavender torn in its vested mockery

we now come suddenly to a close for I never felt like this before

you were all I was living for