Tuned to Reality

Poem by: Kuatsimoto

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What do your senses tell you?

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Submitted: April 27, 2008

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Submitted: April 27, 2008

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I watch the woodwork,

The wind in my face.

Leaves are rustled

in the evening breeze,

And water drizzles

Unto my drifting face.

My thoughts wander off,

My sight blurs.

The music

Echos through memories

Of a recent past

With the glow of stars.

I close my eyes

And I disappear.

Me,

The breeze,

The rain,

The music.

I see the sounds of music

And I taste the power of the breeze.

I dance with the delicate rain,

And I sing with the majestic trees.

My eyes are opened,

And my sense of reality

is tainted by the shadows of light.

 I return to the akwardness

That some call reality

Until my eyes close

And my senses are tuned back

To my reality.


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What do your senses tell you?
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