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There’s a flood pow’ring through me
filled with ice and obstructions unseen,
perplexing disclosures, dumbfounding twists,
a threatening force from fount unnamed,
surging without hesitation, without wavering in depth.
Was it I who opened the sluice-gates
with the password spelled by every step I’ve taken,
response I've made, belief and falsehoods proclaimed,
by every influence from which I grew,
by every sense I evoke in you…
A mind wonder! Appreciate you sharing.
ReplyDeleteSome gates we control, others--time and circumstance. That is the nature of us, to be in the cold and then we come to a spot warm and dry which turns to a desert of heat. Longing, passions, pains, pleasures all combine in the flow. I do though recommend not hitting any icebergs if they can be avoided.
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