Just a prelude to the great overall vision
and the greatness of it all buried
deep in the darkened drowning well
or over the scaling wall
Tied together as one by fears instilled
careful not to wake the dead
recalling situations of the fire of tears
burnt and stained ashes remain permanently hardened, casted
Hunt like lion, mine eyes alive as the sunshine rays painting clouds and mountains
searching , seeking , ingesting every miniscule detail
Sitting ,bound by analytical thought like the puzzled scientist pondering his own intrigue
processing what has been unknowingly set forth and surrendered
but not abandoned
The surface of the past may not be silken and the print hard to read
the future is my canvas
today is my palate
action the color
Much to difficult to die,cry
seen a secret in the sky
Reason for writing:
thought processes
Birth sign: Cancer
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