awake

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    awake

    warm grey clouds swirl above
    as i dance with the red and gold that flutter about
    playful slowflakes meet their demise
    against the warmth of my tongue
    shadows creep and flicker in the mist
    in these moments the fear and pain subside
    and give way to life
    cold deep breaths force themselves
    into my lungs
    and remind me
    that i am awake

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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