I, the poet and his chosen dream
Thus I unfold before you love
A metaphor of a hindered stream…
a blackened night… a whitened dove…
*Treat every word like it’s your own*
Upon the forever waters dark
bottled marooned distilled vacuumed!
With screeching screams silenced!
Within a thick colorless abyss lost!
Destruction; the dearest aspiration!
The man of words ripped apart
The blood then flowed
into the waters dark
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Being were the waters
darkness an attribute…
Death lay in Vacuum
only conceptually too…
… … … … … … …ocean I am… … … … … … …
I am my dream
I am my life
I am my death
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… … … … … … …I am… … … … … … …
_______I AM_______
Story Of The Footloose 