own

On the brink of turning this page-
As if inside a waking dream-
My wings, like a great falcon, spread
And my eyes see equally what’s passed
As well as what’s to come yet;
Buzzing music fills my ears with songs,
Past and future mix into swirls of color
And sound-
I dare not look too far down….
There’s nothing to be had by diving into
Flesh born falsehood
But more emotional pain,blocked by thought patterns
That grit and grind
So for now, as the chapter’s words turn
Like dusty pages of the book of soul-
I linger within the open sky,
Eyes turned inside,
Guided now by the vast expanse of own

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