Behind the Viewing I
To the
trained eye the inner confines show simply an observer,
A stationary
nomad, subjected to observe,
Things that
please and others that quiver my knees.
A relative
place known as Colorado,
But beyond
the surface, I live a place in need of
Rewritten history.
An
insightful morning breeze tells me things are going,
To be just
peachy and fine.
When a
string of my heart chimes it not to be.
A couple
of struggles and a fire ignited,
A fuel of
the fire,
Shortening
the fuse,
Elation
like carbonation.
To the
conquered eye
everything seems so cut and dry.
But my synapses
keep firing the stuff of change.
A spirit
residing not in the universe but outside of that,
In the place
where reality is obsolete.
When even
in life’s ever tiresome moment,
Words of
life and breath irradiate subliminally.
My spirit
long for the resting point, change.
Envisioning
people.
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