Warm wind rustling dry reeds
crynking shadows of silence
lake blue and white rippling reflections
sunshine beating down upon the steel drum surfaces
chords of colors
chords of sounds
unheard stories without self-awareness or will
without emotion are untroubled fronds along the shore changed in to grasses beyond
like the forests without emotion rooted in place
no one hears
Will like the substance of being
emotion primordial surges through senses
happiness, hate, anger, fear, love
the brain knows the flow in filling response
awakening from encumbering darkness
struggling through benumbing cold
starving through the weakness of hunger
and through such futility and heat
despair as the time grows old
the tree of life moves with emotion.
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