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beyond the pond

your senses are under sonic attack
at each and every entry point
where the soul recognizes it’s host
and the body accepts it’s fact

every pore on high alert
cooling hair standing on end
wading through the flood
flowing freely to mask the hurt

where stands the pond
un-rippled, yet moving within
a passion play, calming
in its depth, absorbing, beyond

your walls became dust
in the haze, the sonic confused,
fell as you slipped by
intent on rediscovering trust

as skin reveals our veins,
aging becomes a battle of wisdom
and of acceptance, until
the soul survives it’s remains

what life can live,
under siege, by prejudicial force
while the land and sea mate
where you walk with nothing left to give?

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