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So ummm...

I became aware

In hushed complexity

That I needed something fresh.

I took a seat

In the back of wisdom's comode

And lifted my head

To the sounding

Excellance of silence

And I was brushed

By mother natures

Imagination...

"Bear it in quiet resolution"

She said.

I lowered my head

Confused.

She spoke again,

"Life...

It's more than just a series of moments."

She,

Killing me softly

Spoke freely and unknowingly.

My life was over

For I heard nature's mother speak.



Snatched out of

The living life I was.

I stood on myself

Free and clear,

Hoping to remedy

The sound blown softly

Leading to my end.

And I said to her,

"Relieve me,

Of this semi-lonliness.

I am scared,

And therefore ungrateful

Of your kindness."