fingersA Poem by m.s.earlyHere I am Clear and on a wave My spirit is collected And I am aware of who I am Pain is emanating This very effervescing moment I am beyond allegiance with time I am painting a beautiful picture of her fingers I am wetting my brush and directing the lines In the vapor domain of transcendence There is harmony Like converging flocks of blackbirds Blending on the wind
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