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breath flowing affluently

feel the dreams come alive in a visual turnpike

not all the time can i access my truth but when i do, it’s something extraordinary.

not all will see what i see

but all WILL see and that is the beauty

of color.

interpretation, maneuvering the meaning within the canvas,

it’s all meant to be there.

perhaps one day the view will change

as we age,

light looks a bit lighter,

the dark hits a bit harder

and we feel over and over and over again,

how many times will the green light die?

only to come alive

so slowly we thought it had gone out completely

shattered the heart space

eradicated any capacity to feel

anything short of a miracle.

all of a sudden

the cracks start cracking,

the buzz vibrating,

and you CRY.

watering the driest, most depleted earth ever imagined.

flickering into your chest, the color comes back again.