Peering through the prison of my fingers is a package: 'pregnant', paired n imperfect!
A package surrendering and serving a world that thirst for vision n hunger for peace!
Consuming and dispensing...believing and rebuking the mass of catostrophic thoughts, insignificant memories n repulsive events!
I'm washed and liberated by "A moment in time"
I'm possessed by the scripts in manifest...je ne comprends pas! mais...my visions are profuse
there's no use...
i am oddly identified with those in similar 'dungeons' bearing the ray of introspection, stretching to rehabilitate, remind n reconcile
i am identified as a vessel bearing the weight of others and setting myself peripheral.
i am identified with my coloured colleagues
who know not the gleam that emanate from their smiles...who know not; the effect in retrospect to my condition, my ambition...my understanding...my peace
surrounded by the unborn, the infant-minded n the mature
I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future
I am a seed from the past...harvest of the present...feast of the future!
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