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The High Speaks Truth

Earth gave it to me.

By Jakisha NPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
The Audience is me

I dreamed the day until the full moon came out to play, the change took my breath away.

Laying in an all-white room listening to slow soft piano toons.

That’s when the Moon started to loom just a little too close.

Then Boom .

I was on a horizon looking back at the coast .

Moments passed and I entered the sky,

Happy and High.

Full of feelings I have long denied.

They come wailing out so full with truth.

Shame, Now the audience is aloof.

The audience?

Yes the Audience, Oh that’s me.

Look I have begun to burn but it’s okay because I shine

I’m getting close to the sun and I feel.

So it’s fun.

Off in the distance I hear my name

It is my higher-self ready to lay claim.

What, Oh god what is it that you want?

“Let go of your hunts. I claim your consciousness.” The thing said to me and with the tiniest touch she forced me to be woke. AF

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jakisha N

Writing was a dream, for a long time I did not believe in dreams

Time and emotions forced me to make a little space to pretend

Experience twist me n loops & only expression can loosen the knot

Here I am giving it and needing you to take it

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