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I'm laying in bed and it's daylight now. 
Thanksgiving, a week away. 
Always hopeful slumber will eventually fade to dreams,
I finally give up and get up. I'm tired but wide awake.

The window is slightly cracked open.
I feel the humidity in the air. 
I deeply inhale the moisture smelling of decay. 
The cold makes me cough. 

A morning caffeine induced mania has my attention. 
I'm wired, tightly held in it's seduction but loving the effect. 
Later I will crash in the depths of my medical marijuana edibles. 
Happy to be and happy to share.

Distracted from my thoughts, I sense no pain.
I go about my day, sitting at my keyboard typing senseless lines.
It's poetry.
I remind myself it's art, even if it makes no sense.

Music plays softly in the background.
I receive inspiration from the singers who came before me.
I love music.
I love the lyrics.

So listen when I tell you I find solace in the words I write.
They are filled with spirit, love and life.
Dare to read them if you will, maybe you will find some solace as well.
Perhaps they will calm you and keep you still, set you free.

Come walk with me through a forest of timber.
Let’s watch chipmunks gather acorns and chatter at us.
We’ll just sit and be quiet under the dark canopy.
When the time is right we’ll move along. 

See how easy it is?
Look to your imagination.
Read some more words and see where they take you.
There are no borders.

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