Dangling feet into water..

..searching mind; looking for an answer
to a question I have not asked yet.

Entering space of discontent, rambling
thoughts that do not illustrate peace.

Dangling heart into soul...

..seeking a place to hide where
the clocks are not working.

Where I can reflect nothing and yet
assume everything.

I hear the dipping leaves crashing
like feathers onto the ground.
I see the pebbled danger
that comes from being isolated.

Yet I seek that isolation anyway.

I ask only that I can shut my eyes
and see only what shadows
I want to see.

Dangling love into hot lava...

Watching it burn away; aware
that it will not come back.

Not caring, but daring to
reach out and grab
at it again.

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