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Here in this prison, only nature bares recourse
Blinded and blind sided
Debris of 2020 lying on the floor I am at the door
Pushing to see how many truths I can find
I am solo morning and night
Feeling the presence as if a godly gift so thankful for the rest of body
On the rare occassion when it does arrive
I believe that I'm luminated swimming far from Sharks
In safety we seek, depleted, completed by the loss
Seen the realisation of the clearance of bodies unable to breath
I'm reaching for skies hoping they rest easy
Feeling possibilities that tickle under my overused
Pillows.
