Sedative
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only kept alive by thirsty eyes
and souls which yearn
poetic justice lay in wait along the roadside
arriving in silence small facets twine
a grand expression, if only to see-
as I gaze bewildered
each imprint follow,
of flickering light in fragmented dream
if by chance I reach inward, out and beyond
pushing this mortal flesh away
could it be in that moment a thousand souls cry
for sight untouched
in purity
roam...
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A Brian Strand Contest..
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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