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Thoughts meander,
Crisp packets caught in a tree.
Memories stick.
I don't want to keep them,
They cling to me.
I sit alone,
A gasp in a vacuum,
A scream in space.
Sifting a desert,
I float above your heads,
But I guess that’s how it goes
No one sees me till it snows.
A train explodes from a tunnel.
I am defined
In a rush of steel and glass.
Fleeting form, negative stain
Macabre cartoon ,
Flicked through windows
Of a passing train.
Subterranean solitude,
Captured on the tube.

Undo me,
I must dissolve again
Into the black hollow waters
Of anonymity.
A stone  thrown into silence
Breaks the waters skin.
Embraced by a smile
From a passing stranger,
Love ripples from the centre.
I am connected to the whole.
I have spirit, I have soul.
Not some human aberration 
But a part of God's creation

Breathe, inhale,
I will not drown.
Freedom to believe,
To hope, to conceive
Of a brighter day
A better way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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