gliding

gliding

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Purified

the ocean never refuses the river
I am that river
seeking home
letting go of all
that does not grow corn
the silence speaks louder now
I am not alone
in the void a voice
breaks the silence
with a gentle snap
who is it?
is it a trap?
letting go of fear, of doubt
the river rushes on
into arms that don't judge
but don't choose sabotage
the river leaves the debris behind
merging not as one
but as one drop
purified

ready to take on
any petty tyrants
that spoil the party

life goes on
babies are born
cute little baby animals
ripped from limb to limb
such is the grim truth
of anything
angling away from love

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