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What will I see

I see pools of darkness that reach out with hands gloved in something silky. I see the barren plains of white and cool that go on for eons, but not forever. I see the spec of time my "self" inhabits, I wish it to go on, and it will to a point. And my soul will dance in the sweet sighs that occur. And nothing will break the rhythm that I dance to... But soon my body will lose the sounds, and the rhytm and will not follow, but I don't mind that...not yet anyway. Though I do worry about something else, and the worry gives way to prayer. I sweet sort of prayer that lights bursting flames, and makes the music pound within me. Part of what I pray that I'm not alone for another spec of time. I fear not the eons but the forever. I fear not the lack of people but I do fear the lack of love. And when I open my eyes I see the reality that streches before me and the lens i must put to my eye to filter, and the lens upon that to see the widest of angles. And the camera I shall carry with me on all my travels. And What I must with clear eyes, and weary soul give back to the rest of the world.

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