Walkin on Air

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Blur insidious blinds,
Obscure an' make opaque:
Teardrops of  primal minds
Floating blue eyes awake…

Seen darkly as through glass,
Visions of bygone chasms
Divide our hope, worth by class;
Images of sporadic spasms.

Lovely entrapment heaven-sent
Quagmire leads to my soul;
Obviously planned intent:
Holy Spirit, not a ghoul.



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