Waking

Did you hear,
Did you wake from slumber,
Feeling the pulse of it all,
The song that swirls beneath the feet of life,
Lifting like wings of a pearl dove,
Curling over the breath of wind
Rising above the breasts of earth.

Did you wake,
Did you feel,
The galaxy of atoms form,
Attracting with gravity
Like static to follicles of calcium,
Ascending to the allure of heavens,
Of sight before thee.

Did you move,
Did you stumble,
Before the humility of vision
The drawings of the soul.
Like births of Botticelli upon canvass,
Spilling, in motions by vigor
Dancing, to colors with modesty,

Did you open, like the locks, turned by key.

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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Just a man beneath the thumbprint of God. A man wandering like any other, wondering what will come of him.(Instagram @poemjunkybiffle)

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