11/06/06
your soul does seek what your closed eyes cast back upon your face,
trained only a disciplined soul can possess this peace for which you seek.
your fingers may wipe but never open your eyes in the comfort of ultimate answers;
where you so want to be.
dreams bare a slow margin of time inherent to want determined, patience sought,
effort exhausted in every way in successive truths;
or returned mundane.
your chemicals rule the fear between your retina and reflective mirrors,
though your soul crouches behind closed eyes.
-huey
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