38th-parallel Clouded

The blow’s been dealt and taken its
toll Listless I stumble like a drunk
in the cold Questioning foundations of
a hope I took for granted I feel my soul
choked by the rope of a slanted view
of reality (So it seems) maybe I’ve been
living in some childish day dream As not
but dust in motion, an insignificant drop
in an endless ocean

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So rend the veil, the shroud that clouds
my eyes I want to see you, and every fiber
of my being is longing for you

Cut off at the knees, gas ping for breath
Grieving for my hope as it totters on the
brink of death Watching the sun fade and
run down As my ears go deaf to the ancient
and thundering sound of creations singing
I’m clinging so tight to my questions I
can’t hear its

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ringing Like some perpetual dancer I’m
running and spinning in search of the answers

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In this fog of pain, creation plays its
strain The wind breathes one name, star shines one fame