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Friday, 31 January 2014

Out of Touch

Too deep to reach
Too far, back in to sleep space
Yet I have the urge, the desire, to be there
I am left uncertain
I am unable to reconstruct the present goings on

Yet I once was a patron
Indeed I instigated and partook personally
In many of the both joyous and disastrous occasions
My seal or stain will be in the DNA
Of any investigation

My conversations, meditations
And mood swings
Will be in the very fabric, among
The ether of any of the more recent
Real or imagined gatherings


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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