Anais Nin An
"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." -Anaïs Nin
Comprehensive thoughts arrive in the dark as we, unlit
keep pace like sleepwalkers in a world of drum and jangle
we never get close to the admittance of what we feel
long winter buffs and isolation
what are we made of,
wood ?
Pinnacles of surprise are set in motion
from the moment we perceive ourselves in others
the precious pursuit of company arrives,
at friendship's door
Through grace and restitution,
everything can be understood;
All embracing views set through enlightened souls
we are all Columbuses of this world
forever searching for each others border,
what are we made of ?
blood and vein .
Jan. 30, 2020
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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