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Interludes of sound take me onto outer spaces, watching tonesdrift by in colorful materials, grasping tears and taking upsorrow’s grief.
Mourning stars poking my interior mind,
Causing a sadness so deep, life cannotcontain it within it’s meager grasp.Holding on, being guided by a lone candleflame, lighting the way towards hope.Bringing faith closer, yet not altogetherclose enough to be used in prayer.
Happy hour has come and gone, leaving behind it’s debris.
Something that happened years ago, something he had almost forgotten.But now in vivid color does appear to make him sad – for he has had one too many beers.
Tall, beautifully landscaped buildings standing, looking over the city of Tempe.
Silly moving reflections – new with each passing car.In front of the building, sitting with head bent over, leaning on uplifted knees, trying to sleep.Homeless, down on his luck, dreaming dreams of depravation and loneliness, no food in his stomach.Behind him is a beautiful building, Chase Bank, filled with money, none to share.Vision of the…