a sense of Being is in me
and it no longer hides the boundaries to my way of thinking
he then becomes my soul, my sacred, my one and only
i grew my arms as wide away from my body
and project the spirit that was long gone
living right through me
maybe this will be a part of my blessing
to heal in search of something cosmically and intentionally real
call thy name
for words do not count nor stand for anything
but the demeanor of preservation
shall i come to the conclusion that nothing can mark away the glass which will soon break
for what has happened will not stand in the way of what is at this moment
a greater Being will cast away my shallow senses
there is nothing left to say
nice to see you again and take care
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