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As we reach into dawns early light,
dissipating sleep, sleep being the blindfold
covering our conscious eye from sight
of hidden truths - stories to be told,
we might just find, if we remove sleep
from our subconscious, cast off that blindfold
so that we might be free, to behold
that which – in you and me – lies deep
within the cracks, the recesses of our soul.
Seeing, is for you and me, a way to know,
seeds to sow – blossoms within, not to keep –
blossoms to show, grow into freedom
so that – uninhibited – to the kingdom
we may go – as innocent as we came,
leaving behind all we learned in the game
of mortal life with all it’s strife – rife
with all that tears mortal man apart,
his spirit, his soul, into slices by Fate’s knife,
laying him prostrate, torn asunder.
Pure energy, a new life, new ways, a new start.
Is this what is to be ? , I am left to wonder ?
B. J. “A” 2
March 5th 2003
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