Kaleb Falin

Tight wrinkles form around,
The corners of,
Clinched pupils,
With cynicism,
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That cool droplet of water,
The perfect pool of Eden,
The tear that led,
To grace,
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That one instance that inspires a poem,
A painting,
Or some great work of literature,
A reunion perhaps,
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A collection of people,
Unaware of the crowd,
Stampeding behind,
Their own tales,
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I saw the destination,
From afar in the haze of childhood dreams,
I climbed clumsily and lazily along,
At mind blowing speeds,
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Just knowing,
The peace,
The certainty,
The intricacies
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The moon it waxes and it wanes,
The tide it rolls,
High and low,
And the seasons spin their wheel,
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Recalling,
The surreal,
The singular sunrise,
The brilliant dalliance,
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Do I ask too much of the sunrise?
I need the breaking light,
To hit just right,
I need her truth to cleanse the skies,
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Flecks of sunlight permeate,
The contours,
Of the slight slits,
Of my eyes,
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I love the refresh from the Fountain,
Of Energy that flows freely and naturally,
Found in company of all who seek to find It,
I am prone to notice It when I am not even looking,
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In my relation to all,
People,
The ones I call friend and family,
The strangers too,
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Clean crisp and brisk,
The life of a bubble,
Triumph or trouble?
Tragic or magic?
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If its love that makes beauty bright,
Then your kiss is ultraviolet light,
Kiss me again,
And light the night,
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When first I heard the bell toll,
And felt the edges in liberty crack,
Cold ringing swarmed the fat of my soul,
Chilling me,
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You don’t own your foaming toothbrush,
You can’t buy and own home,
You can’t own another person,
And you don’t own your “I”-phone,
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