awakening is th e blues

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: May 10, 2010

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Awakening is the blues. It persists. Rarely compromising. Contemplating fixing. Ease it it wont with sleeping. Not even after death so stop trying. So awake it is and then it starts to go. There it is up at your door. Nowhere standing till you reach your keys, pet your cat, take off your first step the stoop your step. Nothing is foreign unless it is foreign. The blue sky is blue and white. Though then the horizon adds a little tinting. Like glare or glass-like shading. Glare of glass-like fazing in and out, in and out, dark hues of pink -purple -pink -purple -pink -purple white blue everywhere. Feeling is necessary. Substantial sounds are feelings. Lurking feelings are everywhere. No one is dying. No one is dead.


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