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Is this... Was, a moment.?

By Groshem Wick

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

An irridescent observation of the now obscure decision to step at the well of creation. The abyss would be my house, excrutiating its understanding, like the reflective moon. It will twist and contort with divine blooms. All doors that were once shut are now re-opened, excersising this ability at will. This breath has become word- This word has become wisdom- This wisdom opens All doors. Take hold this window, for it is oppurtunity. Written August 24th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 06:51 AM PST   0 • 12

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