Up in Smoke, July 2013



the best of all
times comes when
I such enjoy
stillness I do not

need words to describe
fullness, feelings
lined up nameless
do not need

recognition sounds
afar as on my shoulders
sounds near so close
blood runs and cries

such as the earth
sights for water
received deep down
welcomes it so are

those wonderful nights
spent waiting
having it all




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