Merging
I get rolled up into this dream,
You see.
You see, until this thought becomes a part of me.
A psychic implant.
An anagram.
Many just think, suffering.
For me it's growing.
Being part of the dream.
Partly but not fully.
Constantly evolving.
I get sown as a seed to harvest,
You see.
You see, until the Son, becomes a part of me.
A spiritual infusion.
Pictigram.
Many just don't feel it.
For me it's living.
Being one with another.
Completely dissolving.
Eternally revolving.
It's where I am right now.
Copyright © Tim Arnold | Year Posted 2010
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