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At the top of this mountain My heart pounding Aware of all i possess Once upon a time in vacancy land, I close this book, It's last words read, The power, I watch as the waves spread Layering over the crowd Suffocating us all within unity The ground shakes As i lye here Ants colonizing over the surface of my flesh Dependent opon the vibrations of my skin Sand sinking further in my back Golden braids blend with the light The grass reveals orange Illuminiscent beauty, A land once vacant, Now taken over by the power of sound The waves descend, Ascending farther past this plain Clouds breathing Whispering echoes heard from this surface Over and over, Once again, We are counting on this feel We are losing the hours into the night The full moon beams patterns Never seen before, Only to be cherished for this night This moment in reality, A body of vibrations With ties so loosely, Woven in and out of structures Between the buried and me, We remain threads of certainty, In this moment, Dependent on one another, Through the body of the greater The body of the ocean, Counting on us to voice peaceful serenity To accomodate the loss some of us have never found I watch as stars fall on my face Burning my mind, for all that i once knew before Rising to greet the occassion, The waves pick me up and guide me through the music

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Date: 3/5/2012 6:04:00 AM
Absolutely massive piece. Roller coaster ride here. Initially, I'd have like to have seen these lines broke up into stanzas. But your first line, "at the top of this mountain", justified the mood & direction in this piece....up & downhill. Fantastic.
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Date: 2/22/2012 11:50:00 AM
These may be thoughts disturbing a much needed meditation, or contemplation. "The waves pick me up and guide me through the music." Maybe the sensation arrived when once free of the body, eh? So, your piece is very well worth a try. Love, daver
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