Next year

Next year, maybe next year
it'll all be back on line

Somewhat wiser over night
less the fighter without sight

Next year, maybe next year...
you won't take it back


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Seamless

Rules and regulations state
it takes lots of space
to fly

Hearing in rewind
you take chances
to realise what you’ve got
and leap into the sky,
forcing liberation
to clear the mind

and that is where you find
… it not

But when every open door is closed
there is we, face to face,
clinging to the soundless
confinement
of our subconscious space

A merging of thoughts
beneath the surface
of this troubled sea

Such an unsuspected precision
resonating
bound and free


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Dividend in diffidence

It is a careful process,
slowly sinking in;
a wave of conscience setting sail,
and no opposing argument
to resist the track
of this reasoning’s trail

As oscillating comfort goes,
safely washed ashore,
it’s a deceptional effort
-this accomplishment-
that leaves you slumbering
for more

Is now the time to realize,
a better swimmer
would’ve known the cost?
That with the tug
of undertow's e-motion,
it is courage I have lost


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