Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I swear I’m more interesting

But thoughts remain untouched in my mind;

What if they were to become mangled upon speaking?

So I type conversations

That could’ve happened together in person

Because that way I don’t have to witness reactions

I have time to process

Time to think

Space to leave.

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