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by Michaelw1two

 What to think on this day’s rise
 to summer’s praise and spring’s goodbyes,
 wish upon one’s life and sigh
 or gladly breathe and greet opened eyed,
 what comes or passes one’s thoughts and mind
 surmise the simplest of time’s surprise,
 expressed so within a moment’s nigh
 words pulled and pushed and so disguised,
 plied haphazardly upon your id’s reprise
 through these falling dreams off sleeping’s cliff,
 summoning’s shadow, the confusion lifts
 gleam of sight and mind’s shallow drifts,
 reveal the extense and callous shifts
 humanity’s craze, reality’s haze, mind’s visual mist,
 rift opening through thought’s weary gist
 decide which side your mindset missed,
 irreality’s glare or this reality’s subsist
 exist to only know or to truly insist,
 decry that thought is cruelly honed in this
 reality’s grime and by humanity’s daft,
 intent against the purpose of life’s portend
 converge these thoughts, this mind this mix,
 convey, refine, congeal this matter’s jest
 confect life’s sweat, blood and genuflect,
 renounce each doubt, each negative dissect
 decline what is weak, that which lacks respect,
 reject that ‘normal’ implies consent
 peruse with intent, this bard’s lament,
 review the comments, and replied content
 inspect, between each line’s casting leant,
 all cautions stave, all conscience bent
 reflections image, let these be forever spent,
 therein, your new consciousness now divinely replent.

 Michael WalkerJohn

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