Come, raise yourself up.
It’s a darkened life, dead end time.
Caught in the shadow of time past, my lenses darkly.
Holding my head up high, to hunt for a glimpse of a light.
It’s black and blue, its neon red, nothing that couldn’t beat the kiss of doubt
In these hits, it feels like this.
And I will fall with no one beneath me.
Take the fall.
Feel the force of the sphere tonight.
Take the fall.
And take a call.
Celluloid Trances 
The slipstream of life
… a one-way funnel
Yet, through the blur and mist,
a taste and a glimpse.
For the light is never ever only
at the end of the tunnel.
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We’re all falling, most just don’t know it. Great poem.
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Tight, tight text, Watt. I don’t know what to say but congratulations!
Actually I’m still getting over, a few posts back: those of you who love me, like me also……….A little nervous about opening up this post but it is so symmetrical, but dancing, that I am glad it did!
Sarah
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