A Lot of things our visions have seen, and the aching pain our crystalline lens have been through makes it understandable for us to be able to visualize what others may have seen too, images of how they show their emotions in their struggles, "look in the mirror"; see yourself as someone special on a different level you created, you may see times becoming less rougher, "look in the mirror"; notice how beautiful you was created, it's beyond what others think of you, "think deep about the reflection you see"; your conscience may give you a view of me, and others too.
happiness is here
sweet red pie of blood
hushed puppies yawn free
girl in the body shop transformed
black coal shapes into precious dia-
monds crossed chairs of peace magi-
c of crystalline lens
I chased the lightning across the dark
felt the thunder where the demons are parked
stood in the rain to let it cleanse
saw my soul through a crystalline lens
I rung out the drops but still stood wet
couldn't put it aside or ever forget
it's buried too deep and the cleanse isn't pure
no matter how many storms I endure
the morning comes and the sun shines hot
did you ever love me or did you not?
my spirit stays damp and will never dry out
when I think its gone...new thoughts sprout
I climbed the mountain and shout the words
they echo scaring the animals that heard
I stare at the valley stretched below
remembering more than you'll ever know
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