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by J. Lee
Rated: E · Other · Spiritual · #2022465
To be broken down is not the same as being completely destroyed.

As the struggle continued,
The moment dispersed.
And the inner reflection
Disowned its own worth.

Outside of the window,
Holds no thought of pain,
So I stand here before it
Trying to see through the panes.

Moonlit encounters
On fingerprints showing.
Individualized imprints
As lifetimes in molding.

My grandfather chimes,
My pulse set to pacing.
My time spent a counter,
Granite grays in retracing.

‘Smash the prints out’
I do ponder united.
Alone, as the whole,
I will write and indite it.

My voice not my own;
My path fickly pointed;
My aim not of self;
But what life has anointed.

My dreams now my skies,
My daze melatonic,
Naturally subdued
Yet still crazed and melodic.

The key isn't chosen,
And timing is open.
The fat lady sings
Scattering shards which aren't broken.

The window destroyed.
But the shards will never be broken.

The glass is the sand
Within the atoms that hold them.
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