2/2/19
Speck Of Dust
Between hope and delusion, where imaginations reside. In the near future, before the horizon.
Like the exiled, we are marooned. Left, but watched.
Tracked. The known, the blind, the hidden, the unknown.
Together, the essence, the aura, and the vibe. Freedom of thoughts, words, and trees.
Shading the day, rooted firmly in the earth. The blessed dirty ground.
The conditions are delicate, this sustainability. Unlikly, beyond our capability to grasp.
Coast to coast on this skateboard ride. Balanced, suspended, a speck of dust.
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