Charles Hughes

Leave me be, content to suckle
Contentedly imbibing my delusory elixir
The replete nourisher of my soul
With longing I taste its sweet nectar
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A moment in time
Awake, only forward bound
Profound beliefs
Brief appearance, an episode
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A walk on a country road longingly beckons
Here where my stride is undaunted by the milling crowds
Here where I stroll free far from the incessant clamor
Harmony prevails; strife gives way, the subtle stirs anew
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Weed, oh fragile bastion mine
Here respite, where I and my other self sometime choose to reside
Hail fellows not well met, my illicit companions too easily abide
Their bong absent of peal, imparts instead faint fragrant illusions
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We whom sway not our fertile seed
Mute are we in our conception
Absent are the concept of time and memory
Oblivious are we to our tether eons binding
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My soul, woefully honed on the city's whetstone
Hopelessly oblivious to a too familiar echoing drone
Daily roaming its concrete canyons ribbed with steel
Nature centralized, where one might escape one might heal
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