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and there are days after days when
this gritty world holds so liitle appeal
…to be anyplace, but where i stand
in submerged pain when this history
so swift a snare, in its bear claw trap
jailed in recall…in tragic rerun memory
i tire of these arms, these familiar legs
so weary of this face i already know
and a name, i never asked to own
where do i find this release
where is that, wipe my slate clean
and this shapeless anonymity i need?
it’s weightless that i want to be
to catch a current…to float without fear
follow any breeze because clouds are free
…these clouds i crave
……to be in them
……….to be through them
……………to be of them
to be recognized one minute
and so simply gone the next,
with neither pain nor regret
because it’s weightless, that i want to be
to catch that current, slow floating without fear
and just follow any breeze because clouds are free
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Josie
‘is there a time
to let go of the past
and live for the life
you do not yet know?
let it go, let it go, let it go’
Emer Kenny
harp, dreamy voice, a slow electronica beat
to read by and was written to::::enjoy::::
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who could know then 