Topping it all off with an idea,
an idea that can create a new world
the one thing they reach for
spoke of in times past.
The doing, move to the highest degree
where of my heart and soul
swarm to welcome newness.
Take that first breath
reconciled patterns, follow
with each pounding beat
inside the chest
questioned far too long
shall I make it though
to the next moment dear life
A question unanswered
the mind stays and must be
treading calmly
towards an opening
wider, wider.
YES, released; it is a blessing
now earned from a state
of helplessness into that of
recognition, observing
becoming a part of
that which we never looked into.
Peering into mysterious portholes
it is I, the merger, the bringer of new life
and we start again
just in the nick
of perceptual illusion.
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