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8 February 2023

soul messenger

 it’s the drip drip drip        the relentless pressure        that destroys a man       the tomorrow       and tomorrow       and tomorrow       and it’s the pestilence of night       that eats at his soul       if he has a soul       do we really have souls?         I don’t know        I hope so        coz I would be a soul messenger         a fragment of the sun

may goodness open my eyes        but not too much just yet        I want to leave some room         for future revelations     I’m a thousand years sober         every day provides the same blue vista       that wipes away my tears       and paints my happy head          with an abiding love        I’m sick of dark reflections      I want to bathe in light  

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