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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The logical way to deduce and to reason. To monitor time. To chart the changing of seasons To believe. To have faith. To trust in sweet Jesus. To pretend that god's will does nothing but pleases. To smile. To cry. To hate. To fear. To compulsively Consumingly Long for the one you hold dear. The slap of the sea against the jagged face of granite. The profound, minute presence In the universe, of our planet. All that we know is known and not known. Significance lost to the more significant significance. The grandeur of the glorious lost to the tempering of the monotonous. Every other day I dream. Laboring away my life in the in-between. Nothing said. No breath lost to conversation. Within my head The perpetual drone of resounding contemplation.I steal from myself more than any thief could ever pull thru my bloody hands. My fears cause more pain than any loss I have ever known. My desires drive me with a passion greater than any pleasure I have ever Gained. All that I have imagined has dwarfed all that I have experienced. And yet, the mysteries of my mind validate my existence. So much power Over such little substance. Every other day I dream, Laboring away my life in the in-between. I walk without moving Across a world I can't see. I have devoured my own soul for sustenance, Yet I am left starving. Who could enjoy the feast, Having eaten themselves while they waited? Every morsel has no flavor. Each bite of this life is bland. Though I strive to enjoy and to savor, I cannot help but spit-out your offering of sand.
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