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millions of moments collide
tiny explosions creating a life
breathing thoughts and feelings
from subconscious valleys — into conscious actions and reactions
exhilarating and devastating indiscriminately
menacing years after years of bloodshed and tears
what is the medicine for trauma?
is recognition enough?
looking familiar demons straight in the face
such a wicked game, we engage and disengage
losing human touch in this human race
we are ripples bending through space
and what we know as time beyond this place
I guard my intuition, my instinctive grace
but sometimes — the body craves sexual healing
a restless energy writhes through the bloodstream
fuelling an insatiable appetite
to get it on night after day whether it’s wrong or right,
the heart soft and full of magic — seeks love
under rocks and other hard places the external willingly provides
yet time and again we will find
love already resides and hides in plain sight inside that soft…
