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Lost In Isolation I look around and wonder Were all things Lost Found Or Stowed Can they be retrieved Or should they What is there to be seen at the root Evil Destruction Eyes and Eyes of Isolation Oscillating 'round until there is one The Infinite circulatory of Loss Oneness and Numbness I look at my hands and wonder when they became fist Fighting with the purpose of pulling blood from my opponent Then I look up and realize all I see is Eyes Eyes No we(s) Only me to see just what I Lost Found And Stowed Away I run Run Run Ruined in this loness Wanting to be more than You Have ever allowed me to be One with me One with my inner and outers Enmeshed into a being only God could see HIS love Is my Love Supreme *Written while meditating to John Coltrane's A Love Supreme | June 25, 2020 | 7:31pm
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