It is so early nearly 5am.. Pure serenity all around.. Hushed flames of muted light winding into the depths of the sea.. Frozen waterfalls of color.. Beckoning compellingly to the seeker of quiet beauty.. A lone dog barks begging for a response.. The birds still fast asleep.. The lights on boats blink intermittently.. Tiny beacons of hopeful survival catching its breath for a moment.. Every bit of this world is reflected within.. I know it is.. I can feel a whiff sometimes.. Of hurting missing.. Why is it so difficult to see.. To feel.. To explore the world within.. These words.. These thoughts.. Arise from where.. What is the source of the poetry.. The venom.. If 'i' am thinking.. And i am writing.. And i am dying.. Then who lives on.. If my words are meant to seer eternity where is the eternal music that ebbs and flows at the shores of a peripheral life.. Untouched.. Abandoned.. Pure.. Serene.. Standing in the midst of these thronging thoughts that assail.. A city of changing shapes.. Under the premise of life.. And i love this city.. And i desperately seek to run away.. A rider gone wild with the horses it rides.. If i could only open the layers of the moment.. Like the petals of a lotus flower.. Sensually seeping.. Imbibing.. Experiencing.. Every breath of creation.. Able to see the jungle.. The animals.. The wilderness that holds my address.. My home.. That feeds loneliness and a terror of stepping out.. Shape shifters of masked theories carving random directions into a lost paradise..
5:49 AM
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