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I was a younger mystic
I saw things, colors and such
that can’t be spoken of
in non-metaphysical company
Maybe because I was whimsical
I had the sight and could find the path in
Cold moon light
Or because I had the visions
I was a verily mystical
…it didn’t matter much
Then the flavors faded
I got so tired of it all,
Yes faded and hot
Like a seaside mural on a west facing wall
The blood and horror part
That isn’t on the road map
Was especially boring,
But the ice cream cones and juju candies
And rainbows all muddled as well
I became sated,
Jaded,
Fat in a black leather
Swiveling office chair
I reveled in blindness
…and bitterness too
Now I sometimes cry
When I remember the Light
I am blind!
I once had sight!
loved warm mud and barefeet
cobbled streets
And pray too the magic
I once knew
in time and saving trust
lifts me out of this starless night
…back from out of the blue
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Palmer, AK
February 2k6 |
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Copyright 2006 Gregory Gusse All Rights Reserved |
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