Heather Keith Freeman (jnanacandra) wrote,
Heather Keith Freeman
jnanacandra

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a tossing whirlwind under the roiling sea
macabre faces of anxious fear
want to spread and lift on angel wings
not torn by weapons fire and blood
the pressure of the world grinding down
on that one tiny spot in your brain
on the inside looking outside looking in
like a cat always on the wrong side of every door
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