surrounded by
the color's smell
a montage of
sounds erupts off
in the
distance... too far... for
aged vision to
see and touch
leaves me
wanting more that
my body cannot
provide as
pain is heard
deep inside the
bowels of
thoughts, imagination
working overtime
again and
not so
inspired... I fear...
the mood of the
clouds shift
my mind bends
forward but
not backward in
an attempt to
resolve the new
shadows; but,
briefly there is
peace inwardly
which is what I
suppose is to
happen with us
nowadays, who
have no place to
venture or
desire to stop
restless concerns
that these blue
wall are brown.
7April16
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