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Tuesday, January 21, 2020

Perspective


Crumbling paradigms
Distorted perspective burst
Fallen monuments

Hallucinations
My vision shifts, slips.
Blurred waves in motion

I wandered alone
The impossible human
Seeking the divine

Scratching at the earth
Sleeping in the green-garden
The innocent world

Communing with God
No filters for my lenses
In the light of day

We talked and we danced
We drew pictures in the stars
As the mountains fell

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