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what are you made of?

the oceans waves have turned to clouds and skies have covered our waters,
my hands have turned to bark and lions rest upon my feet
Ive ran for long that
i sink into sand;
salt seeps into my pours
i can taste its authenticity,
its eclectic memory
its dripping soul which lays upon my lingering tongue
and captivates the universe within me.
the mountains have shifted and
and the winds course has changed
my attention has been blurred and
my breathe has become cold with guilt
its all so foreign, unknown, inexperienced, naive.
or is it simply ignorant?
as the salt starts to taste bitter
and the warmth of the ocean clouds turn on me; upside down
i wander, if i am made of all that that this world is made of, i mustn’t run any longer
for it has an educationally bases of my knowledge and understands
every strand of hair on my body,
every curve in my emotion
every fear within my hands and every
emotional trigger has a loaded gun, ready.
We have become in sync, i had become in sync
i exhale every sunrise and inhale every sunset as
the air is filtered though me and
released as a pure comfort that surrounds who i am.

(2015)

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