G.Moore
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CATEGORY
life
Funny how the clouds sees my eyes
Dark abysses centered in muddy water
Opaque reflections mirror us endlessly
Stillness of waves provides the stiff cardinal reality at
The capital of my brain which is my mind's eye, the
Frequencies cover revealed sight
Radiant sun mimics the portrait of
Suddenly I awake looking upward and eye see you
Eyes water endlessly at the sight of you
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shadchan says: feels like a beautiful awakening. |
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DallasCowgirl says: Always taken by your words, bro. Had to read it backwards to understand its meaning. Thank you for inspiring me. |
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G.Moore says: Thank you both for reading and sharing your feelings for what you read. You both were spot on with your assessments of the awakening and reading it backwards. Although End Game is one of my shortest pieces I enjoyed putting it together because I astrally viewed myself putting it together in a space that revealed more than I could understand at that moment. The answer to the title lies within the final stanza |
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant....some mind you got there brah....always enjoy....Write On....ONE |
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