driftwood allusions the nearest thing to the fire,
unlit,
potential,
waiting,
and while waiting,
wild- unencroached by reality's harness and bridle.
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wading in the hatred of falsities that exist only to cloud the waters,
i'm soaked through and through.
crowded on the muddy banks with all these people,
who, feebly as i, have tried and tried to cross to the other side,
i wonder... why?
is it just that the grass seems greener in the distance
than it is in your own home?
or... or, or is there something bringing us to it,
ringing true in its own moment frozen in our minds
and drawing all of us?
but it's time to quit trying.
it's time i got across to you.
it's time you heard me,
ring true.
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god help me.
i step off again into the unkonwn.
i love it.
i can't wait.
the nervous bubbles in my stomach
are reaching afevered pitch.
it is time.
Written November 28th, 2005
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This is an amazing flow of words, almost a stream of conscience flow of words type of thing. This is a beautifdul, intriguing piece of poetry here!!!!
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