looking for magic
in front of me
A swinging path onto a light
that leads
directly to where I stand
touch sides
of truth
roughshod like a barn
running hands over it like a blind man
who leads the not so blind
cold feet
blue toes
the pond where i should dip
but recognize
when
confused, strayed, distracted
truth
god peeks through the swinging door
ray of light peeking
streaming
wild turkey learning to fly
learning to fly
afraid to fly
wait
gravity, dense, pulling
again
hang by a string, memories leave
set me free
flesh, skin, bones
damn the skin, the body, the flesh
desires
pushing
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