On the Surface
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Around an angle, perceptions I'm facing,
to show a presentation for observation, to
combine situations & not continue for
much longer, dreams it seems migrate &
illuminate all that truly matters. This
weight on my soul, while I wait, or is it a
way to decide, the inevitable unknown,
present moment shown, & I pace,
forward in some way, to not understand
my broken perfection, this moment is not
time itself, the enemy being an illusion,
thoughts to tell me bedtime stories, a
season changing, so I must hold on,
picking myself up off the floor, there is
still a part of me that cares, Although I
don't know what that is, An appearance's
deception, to be shown on the surface,
prayers of compassion, in what seems
like an empty hand, while it could be so
much more than that, a few items left.
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