Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Middle liquid...

Looking up into a rainbow of white light
Begging please in blessed might
I walk through sleeping memories
Unable to put words to swirling layered breeze

I head back to move forward
Feeling altered
Blurred bridges between
Begging for obscene
Hoping to find ground
Lost in the pound of no resound
I am newly found

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