I experience freedom when
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A truly unadorned light becomes
My home
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Fully aware of my actions
Roughly patched paths perish
Excavation of my innermost thoughts – an
Elegy for the
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Fragmentation of lies
Roaring from other people’s mouths, I’m riding
On my own crest of a wave –
My inner haven
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Fury, frustration, fear fibres
Experienced in times in-between
Are not there anymore
Rammed into a climactic catastrophe
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When I write
Hyaenas vanish
Every word, image, thought in my mind matters
No matter what happens anywhere else
Even enemies evaporate
Vanquished in an argument
Estranged in their tautology
Ruminating about illogical, illicit issues
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I weave, I thread, I rip off
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When I write I
Really read my ripe fruits from my innards
Inhaling scents, savours, sounds
They tend to help me with that
Elevated state of mind
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
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Comments (2)
I should probably add, freeing us through the gentle wafting currents of your writing.
The tomb of the inner soul & mind where, in allowing ourselves to die to all else, we become free to see, touch, taste, feel, hear however we desire, & the world becomes what it ought to be, even if only for us. Again, beautifully written, twisting our thoughts in unexpected directions until we arrive at the place you have prepared for us, each terminus a new beginning for each one individually.