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A Fresh Thursday Morning Of Grey
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A fresh Thursday morning of grey
clouds and numb somnalescense.
Somehow a capitulation of sorts,
a dying. A glancing behind
to see what remains to bury.
Streaking fall winds demanding
coats be buttoned and hair
must be blown.
Hurried teenagers meeting
behind the school for
their morning high. Faces fresh
from morning showers. Thoughts
decayed by morning
computer connections.
Above and below the stream of
thinking a bell rings in ugly
tones of alarm. Everything that
lives radiates light. I see the shining
jumping out from every
eye that connects with mine.
Still it feels cold in the walking.
Feet carrying body to the same
boring destination. Leaning against
the grain and finding that
I am expected to fulfill
the illusion that has been
swept upon me.
Have any of us really been
brave enough to scream out
our resistance? Have any of us
ever really opened our hearts
enough to touch the fabric
of creation?
A fresh Thursday morning of grey
clouds and numb somnalescense.
Somehow a capitulation of sorts,
a dying. A glancing behind
to see what remains to bury.
Streaking fall winds demanding
coats be buttoned and hair
must be blown.
beautiful heartfelt emotion,
beautiful heartfelt emotion, you are good
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