story and soul
time unwinds
like an old reel of film
jumping and crackling
on a tattered white screen
(oh - the acrobatics of the mind.
pause to repair
the broken story
we don't know
what part went where
each day becomes
terra incognito.)
let it go
let it go
breathe out
and feel that
the soul does flow
we float as one
like the surface of the sea
where there is no reason
only rhythm, rhyme, and Thee
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