Wandering onto plateaus of reticence, careful, wanting to
know the answers to this interior life, not knowing how to
play the messages being sent.
Waiting for enlightenment to come my way, cold and tense,
everything falling apart around me, no where to run or hide
away.
Sitting, waiting for the breaking of a new day and it's ice
keeping my heart captive in it's total iciness, being re-
stricted by the passivity of blank atmospheres now closing
themselves to a new reality.
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