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receive me
unusual with salt flecked strands aflare
tampered with and changed, tresses they lack
when touched by wind, they yield as if they were ether
to give at time's call, to settle as if in hand
fighting the wind, as if to unwillingly to steal it's being
upon my face, rivulets of water leak
bound, no longer free.
I fear it not by asking, but is the answer levered?
perhaps the opposite of a child's joyous sight
leaving a challenge of sadness' song
unconstrained delight contained,
placed aside upon a craggy mountain shelf
lying with beyond my solitude far above
and carefully stained;
the rain washes down my face of remembered pain,
washing away my pretenses, a naked self is left
I behold turbulent waters upon an aimless raft
where others see calm waters, they see what they wish
amusedly, I willingly not what they want
beneath strength of oak;
autumn leaves dance around my head
softened from the summer, now bequeathed
to fall like memories; drifting down
I fear them not, they echo that death is chance
in passsing they may give release
hauntingly, I wander
so I seek, with thine own eyes mortal and not
longingly seeking upon a patchwork raft adrift
I hope to believe as well I can
and pray to be when I stop, unriven
seeking lost things and new, beholden still
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