I wrote this tonight. Ask me if I know what it means...
Leave it all behind
kissing frustration gooodbye
the momentary illusion
with its values that serve
to ruin you and not
the source which lives
in its own universe
isolated, refusing to be
altered.
Give me the peace
to walk beyond that
place of momentary
ruin and confusion.
Cause me to refuse
its glance, the temptation
of the past which seems to
fulfill with a burn
as it navigates the
terrain of my naïve
and tender throat.
It Churns the bile
which spews and spews and
spews, endlessly spewing
into the frenzy of normalcy.
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