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on the yawn of this morning breeze
the sanguine soul of mankind
reignites my thoughts

enveloping me with trepidation and newness

nourishing me like a child floating in the womb
in an ambiance of special wellness

unbound by the world’s
maddening considerations

bypassing the membrane
of my outstretched hands

for I am free-falling in the fluid
of embryonic thoughts

with no qualms or motives

there is so much more to existence
than merely living

so much beauty
to circumnavigate the violence

so much to unravel
from the controlled chaos

I believe I’ve taught myself well

for I can still remember
how to recreate
the memory of my own design