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Hold-Still

Updated on August 10, 2015

The same power I wish for when I cross these lines of emotion,

To remain focused, and ready to see the reality of what may show its face,

When the winds blow against my body, My soul will grasp onto my devotion,

The pain will surge through my body, and I will feel all it reveals to me,

To shake me until my feet are far from any place, but have raced high into space,

Find me hanging on the edge of black mountain with my light to see,

Tilting my head up to breathe , through all the dust and debris peril to me,

Silence plays a tune, while chaos acts as its Bassoon,

Past me by time as I adjust my tusks, and stand from dawn to dusk.





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