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((((((((((stretch))))))))))

Poetry By: air
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heck I didn't know what to name it.
I can describe what it means to me but I'd rather you get/feel what it is that belongs to you.


Submitted:Apr 19, 2009    Reads: 158    Comments: 14    Likes: 9   


I recall the firm, sturdy pavement;

holding me,

grounding me,

absorbing me.

*

foot by foot I felt It's core.

*

Inside,

the earth

buzzing in It's substance..

if ever I were home...

*

*

*

Sparkles of light circulate.

They haven't flown me by.

They never 'fly me by'

*

Deva's commencing action

form what is known as

Electric Magnatism.

^

The Deva's are sown/woven inside the air.

It is their home among homes..

~

'The sound of your voice ripples

against my nerve endgings

crashing me and my solace.

I am as a magnet drawn to, and yet,

terrified by the excitement,

I shake inside.

I thump.

My heart pounds

hard,

Mercilessly.

^

A flamboyant juice seduced by passion

that belongs to no-one

is offered.

A friend tells me:

"go for it, drink the nectar of gods and circulate the powers"

~

The structure then is broken by the freedom of

knowing how to

(((((((((((((stretch)))))))))))))

the limits.

!

Learning,

I am always learning.

And the mother ever birthing me,

heeds me on..





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