A strange sense befitting my relevance
A strange dawning of facts and figures
A strange gift of lights and sounds
a blank face staring out of the window
a blank look sent into this world
a blank note staring onto my face
a blank word uttered in desparate solace
Outside the window
All the different ways
Leads and confides in
All these different days
Surmounting and surrounding
In all these different gates
my thoughts...my senses
my being...my visions
my truth...my music
my ways...my tommorrow
my all...wound in a blurring liaison
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