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Taking down decorations of yesterday’s festivities,
finished.Crossing boundaries through my mind, taking excessivemoods into lengthening shadows of memories.Aching heart, holding images in tandem dreams, hopingto continue forward with increased enjoyment oftomorrow’s significant observations of hope.
Racing down avenues of silent stillness, pacing myself in case I may miss something.
Pushing myself into a room without any effort, moving around in circular spaces, going through all the motions of being alive.
Watching landscapes pass by in portable televisions,
Seeing vehicles traveling alongside and past us,wondering at the speed at which they’re going.Entering a human jungle of development, anchored inconcrete and shingles.
Silently singing within, mourning losses of family, unable to recuperate right now.
Changing interiorly, recreating me with infinite sadness, no apologies are made by death’s insistent presence.Finalizing all plans, funerals being attended and sorrow thrown upon every family member’s shoulders, taking them down into depths of grief where there is no relief in sight for the time being.
At times a sadness grows from someone’s heart and flows out into a song of regret.
Then when done, people clapping and saying well done, not knowing the true pain within that the song has brought back for them to mourn anew.
Solidifying plans in curious circumstances.
tones of words put together to make sense.Beautiful definitions set out in lace, takingopportunities to make life more exacting,precise, artful and keen.Sensing feelings just below the surface ofconsciousness, attaching meaning to innerworkings of intellect.Circling forever, tender emotions, bringingthem into corrals of being.