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    Wait, wait, think about it now
    Are we caught up in the moment
    A separation of truth and doubt

    Clear the air
    Clear the air

    Make it clear to me that this is happening
    I cannot wake from this distorted dream
    My mind trapped in your wicked machine
    Make it clear to me that this is really happening

    The lights aren't twisting like they used to
    My heart isn't beating how it wanted to
    Are you list'ning or sleeping, Oh God, get out
    Oh Mother, won't you break your silent vow

    We need to hear
    We need to hear

    Tell me, son, what truly comes of love
    But another diversion I'm unworthy of

    Can you walk through walls
    Is there a window to my soul
    I'm dying to know

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    Enjoyed this Bison.

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    • #3
      This is arresting Bison . A passionate plea for more than what meets the eye.I'd be curious of the inspiration for this. Prompt, personal reflection, other...?

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      • #4
        Hello Bison, Such a rush of panic. The fear in this poem, is not alone, contagious but overwhelming. The dire need for an answer in breath-taking poetry, literally. A most enjoyable read, on the edge, as it were. Well done. Fond regards, Tony.

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