Absence
From what you tell
Could be, seems to all go silently swell
slow moving, yet choppy
who needs to know when
you drive your consciousness
under that well
Its gone, or absent, lingering
From past effects and hidden unresolved
defects
which the soul refuses to call home
Vanishes yet holds to the ground
deeper than any emotion
Prying, crying for sanity
Yet, do you know?
Only the sane have true knowledge of
reality, only amplified. Distorted.
Does it make it wrong? Sometimes,
but create your depth for a purpose and execute it back
into your mantra
your soul no longer walks alone.
Drive on home.
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