Eye 2
am lonely
over 35
and beginning to extract
something from the inner
core pertaining to wisdom
rebirth
and true vision of peaceful blueness.
I too
am in the process of breathing
through this apparatus that We
call reality,
the blue bird's song,
the rain on windows,
the wynd,
the willows...the bland white - ness
of fresh starched pillows.
...I blow and billow with the birds,
the rain,
It All...
then, I peer behind...
and all I feel, is You...
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