A Million Miles
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I might as well play with words.
Nouns, adjectives, & verbs. Nothing
rather dramatic, designing an
automated attic. My mind above the
cloud, vowing silence out loud. It’s
peaceful, yet, I want to shift the view.
There is more to do, less to say,
moving through, for at least today. Set
routine, whether retired or working.
Comfortably grounded after flying so
high. Just to get by, or to have the
courage to say Hi. How fragile we are,
to be resilient from now on. When I
realize the stories told & the
description I offer; to follow him &
concur with her. So, 1,000 days, the
sun behind a haze, & clarity waking up
the daze. Playing a genre of music,
loud, angry, & sad; it’s no wonder I
end up mad. Therapeutic, yet, only for
a bit. Testing the boundaries of the
thought-feeling system. What I take in
& who is within. No difference
between the inside & outer realm. The
choice to enjoy or to overwhelm.
Again, I say play with reality, to see, to
know for now, & advance somehow.
Understanding this game, & the
players, remaining, entertaining, &
taking a bow at the end.
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