The Trembled Words Of Change Are Pronounced Within My Heart

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The trembled words of change
are pronounced within my heart.
I aspire to begin again the
valued chores I once put aside.
Resistance to indifference is not welcomed
Nay, we must aspire to the new tone
of liberalized concern.
Create a space of solitude
within the yawning cascades
of tremored phases to survive.

We met in a dark doorway,
my pyche and I.
There I discovered my limitations
which were controlled
by my possibilities.

This new phase of my daze
will begin with honour.
And with a joy that I meet
the strangeness of these patterns
indicating I have arrived,
but where am I going?

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