Sunday silence
comforts me to an extent
as i try to relax
on the back porch taking
in the freshest air
i can possibly inhale in
this day in age
where not much purity is
seen and when it is
we take it for granted
i know i do

dream
dreams

wishing water
woulld carry me away on
floating currents
soaring skies to lands
i've seen but can't
recall ever being able
to savor sensations
of rusted green bark around
bluish yellow trees
that wear transparent glassy leaves
reflecting perfection
through ornaments

of days of ould
when taking a drink
of untampered
pure as it comes
water
would leave a crisp taste
beneath your lips
as if you swallowed
liquid goldenying
elixir that purified
your soul and host

similar to a baptism
but much more
effective in reducing
the gap between
yourself and who you think
you really are

presuming
assuming

i am able to speak for those
in need of a translator
to spill honesty with an ink
i created
by just closing my eyes
visioning and listening
then opening my eyes
revealing pictures painted
as words are blinked on recycled tablets

so i end up

contacting and delivering
prophetic messages to all that
gave up trying to
understand

increasing chances
for my mindsight to trip
across my own path
on a couple of occasions

as shivers buckled my
knees but held my lifeless
comatosed body up
for what seemed like years

blessed
i finally saw within myself
with a tempered heart coated
with a gloss of courage and
actually looked deep into
my own eyes

face to face
instead of a mirror
that blanketsights
endless truths
and shows us

how fake//we make
ourselves
out
to
be

i'm out to be
a part of me
that's in..

ME

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