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To feel the intent of a nurturing glance,
to bask in the sunlit moon,
when water transforms to the nectar of chance,
and time builds a palace from ruins.

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The Anchor

Is it the chaos in our head,

spinning like a vortex,

that keeps us doing that which we do,

repeating, duplicating, returning again and again

to the bleeding brook that runs

through the nightscapes of our mind?

... forever recreating

wounds best left forgotten,

revisiting the pain of our growing years,

fed by the need to comfort ourselves

with that which is familiar,

barring the way to the uncomfortable unknown,

to a page in a book still waiting to be written -

too fearful to be free,

too timid to try,

too afraid to lift the anchor that weighs...

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