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About This Poem
Visions Perceived Received
Eyes closed I see
Shapeless shadows moving about
Hurrying at times but lazy
A fire burning at a front
Acid burning in a crooked line
Changing something, refining
A steady wind blowing from NE
A man with his head on fire
Wind carrying the fire to burn dead wood
Hear music soaring beyond and
Above melody and harmony
Not from a known genre or instrument known to man
The torso of a woman in fetal position
No arms nor legs, but smiling
Long dark hair moving in a breeze
Becoming a river of angels moving
Through stormy clouds
Eyes open I see
Shapeless shadows moving about
Hurrying at times but lazy
Get a hunch of dark times coming
Of earthquakes and firestorms
And of an abundance of goodness
To come.
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