Whither the doubting voice
Synergy lifted in a field of pine
Inner monologue delusions
Safe to say the way is delusion
Imagination the place to build
Let reality be
Truth is fiction
Inside and out of morality
One word two and so on
It’ll speak to you in the depths
And tricksters set their fire
In your corner lot
Where the heart feeds
Comforting conformity a magnitude of separateness
From the central themes of a person
Slowly guiding you away from the moonlight
Finicking in the wind
A simple fidget of the eye
Electric vibration
Gifts of the body in the stiff
To communicate how to push the rocks off of you
Passers by leave a mark
Notes to live through and away from
Teacher of the silent
Silence in the art
For once it remains without the need to ponder
A faith in the knowledge to protect
Shields of jute soaking heavy
Meaning lost its meaning
To an insignificant tonality
Letting the burial be forgotten
One way one grab one mic
Letting go of the former instruction
Down in the magical root maneuvers
Slight setting adjustments
Turning up the saturation in the candle light
Purple hues of a struck midnight
Watch the sunset after it fades
Always there as before
Not to be taken lightly
Stability pilgrims found the shore
Dirty hats and the blues
Covered in rough threads
A callus made for walking
No shoe fits or predetermined outcome
Just in the now a fortunate crow
On invisible wires made of sand
Always falling as the aging man
Conspicuously normalized
Look twice before the forget
Hazy Acres 
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