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Traveling down roads of imagination,
contacting and entering them into a myriad oftactile poems.
Apparent reasoning belies certain facets of imagination.
Moving forward through a crystal gel, feeling intimately, every sense awakening and being brought out into the open.Actually touching feelings with a sixth sense, trying to know what they are and put them into a context of reality.Stroking them, examining every facet to bring about some knowledge, then sending all information to a subconscious part…
Beckoning me to contribute a verse or two in poetical unison with a delicate melody, turning around in depths of my soul.
Traveling light, nothing dragging me down, free as an eagle, soaring high above all the danger and corruption of people everywhere on earth.
Running fast, passing minutes on the clock, racing faster, moving further away from the source of anger.
Things are slowing down, slowly turning around, twirling emotions into labyrinths of darkness, carrying no lightened hope.Afraid of nothing, dragging on steps of yesterday’s memories.Stalking away, finding no lasting presence to confide in.
Deepened tones of an elderly gentleman,
There’s no place to hide from his light.Subjected to his subdued style, feelingthat it’s just the way it should be.Meeting each other on a separate plain ofeveryday lifetimes.Feeling the words absolve every questionbeing asked in corridors of time.Saying hello just to say good bye.