Today
Today, of all days
Let's not make a deal
Out of sleep deprivation
There's a bag
Upon the back
That stands ready for invitation
...to spill
Expectations collect
Wanting love to appear
On scattered lines
Were you desiring
A truth bomb
From an uncultivated mind
...to heal
A moment, a pure moment
Where one sees
And desires the perception
Is the acceptance
One must experience
Out of a far fetched inspection
...to reel
Presence
Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-24-2022
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2022
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