• Loss


    Gifted with thought my pen is blessed.
    Which keeps it dripping and drifting off into different directions.
    Visions caught lit ascencion. 
    Split dimension four ways.
    Before grace laid hate, made shame, became lifted.
    Then as quick slipped to displacement.
    Stuck in the basement a slave to creation
    placement of soul arangement.
    Progression destin location next flow laced and fresh so.
    make attempts to contest end erased and exempt slow

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    graceladymn commented on displacement


    Wonderful abstract filled with meaning, allowing the reader to bring within their own components to apply to their unique situation. I loved it!

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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