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7 Year Itch

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Unfurl haunting the stitch.
Reality beginning to glitch.
As I make myself One with the Time.
 
Fastening the straps
to keep my heart intact.
As sense flows through body, soul and mind.
 
Movement gets better.
Attuned to the letter.
As I loosen the ties that once bind.
 
Sense the aroma.
Float into Pleroma
As the Roses only bloom in their Prime.
 
~Orris~

||12.2023.05|| More on this poem here: ||
https://open.substack.com/pub/introvertedsage/p/7-year-itch?r=29gi64&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web

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