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Excuse
My soul gravitates towards something
As if pulled
By some
Magnetism
Beyond me.
Yet the lock turns back
In an open door of the past
And I can't find the key
Long since drowned
In oceans of prophecy..
What will happen
Will inevitably transpire
Regardless of my input.
And sometimes it feels like
An area so purposely cleared
Has been shaded by an accident.
And she is my sun
Deciding which angle is best
For her burn.
Sometimes the shadows cast tall.
Sometimes they dissolve in the glare.
But it is my turn now to grow
In her stare.
Doors in my soul
Have been opened.
Some inward.
Some outward.
And the window to my heart
Stays agape
While winds blow through and back
And a cape of my fears
Twirls up in air tangles
Towards the sky...
Don't know where I'm goin
But my excuse to write a poem
Is you...
