Static Blue
What wildness grows within?
And all the while
I learn myself to be a static blue
Freedom in front
And peace below.
I find myself listening to the words people use--mind you,
I am a lonely passenger on this voyage--I am deeply human
Climbing about vines and landing on overwhelming landscapes--
So I do my best to slow
time
down
Living one step at a time
Proclaiming peace with a bowed head.
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