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  October's Child



I am simply an envelope of youthful imaginations
Reaching into a music box for the perfect sounds
I'll sit strumming a guitar in an untethered world
As my eyes roam across sickled moons and chariots

Like a dare, I shall flaunt my views hither and yon
Frowning at simple things yet laughing at the toughest
Harboring a straight line of placid mistrust, I'll stand
Wrapping myself spool-like in an over-coat of dignity


Garments of rain cleanse me in harmonized time-lapses
I sit calibrating a hundred routes to an inevitable end
With sand-clad feet, I shall clothe myself in waiting
While tones of by-gone hymns gather silently on my lips


My windowed world comes to a close as night slips in
Wind swept images are only for my leave-taking
Visions will not blister me as did the noon day sun
When youthful imaginations were oft times a reality




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