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Whispers of a poet's heart

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I’m steeped in pure triage

My mind racing nowhere

My heart dragging behind

Like some fatuous stranger

I see life through a prism

That’s a shattered cloud

Pulled in every direction

Except the one I need now

Most of me wants to flee

But there’s nowhere to go

I could run in blind circles

Knowing that path so well

Only to end up back to here

A storm’s vulnerable… center

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Poet of the Light © 2021

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