We wear our meaning with authentic expression
Desert dwellers with day-glow hearts Minds on high see vistas made of intergalactic structures Opening our breath counting counting We don’t see where meaning is bought The currency we spend is born to us All our days spent We dig into dirty sewers, cleaning Making meaning of the mud and waste This means something It has to Why else would we be doing it? Striving to get there A. the point Here are all the obstacles Jump crash break rise The coat of many colors We wear our meaning with our blood and bones This This condition is killing me There is something left A last coin wanting to be spent On yet another meaning making machine.
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9/12/2017 02:58:51 pm
💜💜💜💜💜💜 I can feel this down deep. Thank you for bringing more light xoxo
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The Ancient One
9/12/2017 10:21:34 pm
Hurrah and Hallelujah you had it coming to you.
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