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As we reach into dawns early light,

dissipating sleep, sleep being the blindfold

covering our conscious eye from sight

of hidden truths - stories to be told,

we might just find, if we remove sleep

from our subconscious, cast off that blindfold

so that we might be free, to behold

that which – in you and me – lies deep

within the cracks, the recesses of our soul.

Seeing, is for you and me, a way to know,

seeds to sow – blossoms within, not to keep –

blossoms to show, grow into freedom

so that – uninhibited – to the kingdom

we may go – as innocent as we came,

leaving behind all we learned in the game

of mortal life with all it’s strife – rife

with all that tears mortal man apart,

his spirit, his soul, into slices by Fate’s knife,

laying him prostrate, torn asunder.

Pure energy, a new life, new ways, a new start.

Is this what is to be ? , I am left to wonder ?

B. J. “A” 2
March 5^th 2003