Sequences out of sync,
after before I think,
a window with no glass,
places somewhere nowhere last,
wisdom not given or earned,
powerful moments,
sunsets lost in the darkness of the blind,
a feeling of warmth without touch,
perplexing questions asked without design,
hooded figures standing in a row,
my sins forgiven,
my hate purpose free,
pomp and circumstance,
the child can go in for free,
but not me….
Intense and raw. As always you know how to get to the core.
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