WHEN you awaken
do you get up into
the sinking
inside of you?
It’s three feet below the bed
where you rest your head
at the foot of an Anchor-stone
I can only ask because i know
the weight of that stone
kept me three feet below
the resting bed
until one day i arose
up into the sun
when i awaken
that’s where I’ll go
:: 05-28-2014 ::
TO: Dear Readers
From: E.P. Robles
Re: AVOID THE CREATURE CALLED, “fear”
Ring the bells and kiss the mellow skies
Forget broken years and only Sunday mornings
And from all I have seen
And from all I have heard
i’m okay
i’m not like them
— yea, mostly.
Unless i see you this morning, an archetypal angelic being
moving too fast.
And never would i want you to be than a symbol of
the flourishing weak/
And when i am not looking only then can i feel my
secret thoughts\my secret Life.
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