Leaving me bereft and alone in an empty corridor far from home.
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Running into a den of iniquity, becoming a part of inconceivable
Atmospheres saturate any and all divergent avenues appearing beforeme in apprehensive visions.Gathering lonely memories and pasting them temporarily in books ofpoetry.Knowing that just one moment later they will be gone and rememberedin another way, being placed again in some other vision of poetry.
Seeing flowers brought by family and
and turning brown – dying on their stems.Much the way I feel within as I try dailyto get better.
Conquests of life fill moments in time with their difficulties,
from living peaceful lives, free of worry and stress.Becoming adept at introducing mind-calming ideas intopsychological realms of adventures good for the soul.
Tantalizing music pushing forward into another era,
Lilting dialects blended in melodies of beauty, takingus on rides through inner space.
Running away from awful feelings of abandonment, meeting self instead, within melodies always playing in my head.
Turning whatever I think in outer spaces and bringing it coherently into forms of poetry and rhapsodies of life.Entering contemplative exercises alone, where no one may follow or peek at what I’m doing.Sending motion into lively steps of words, penetrating feelings of the heart and soul, filled with a freedom of expression and being.
Singularly listening to interludes of life
Carrying forth all thoughts that accumulate in spiralsof adherent beauty.Listlessly becoming the part of self that is alwaysready to accept me with all feelings and emotionsclinging like ivy to my heart and soul.Stretching every particle and atom to fit my innerintellect, bringing me ever closer to the center oflife and all of it’s mysteries.Forging every…