At My Feet
I am lost in an ocean wave of reflection, a delicious place to be
How still I sit and look upon this paradise
All from a different time and place
Where shadow and substance
Become me
From the haunted places that call from within my dreams
My soul gently mixes with the sun and rain
In broken territories I cannot claim
Yet hidden in the grasses
I am redeemed
The world advances from the sorrow of its own eyes
With a tiny fist raised up in utter denial
Crying out "Do not wait for me"
Yet, I am lost in reflection
Hear me cry
Whose generosity bids the pulse of my own heart to beat
While I sit still and look upon this paradise
Why can I not claim these territories
Which lie here broken
At my feet
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