Oxidized

I dream every day, through a page put away.
So, my night is understood.

I share them with you, when they’re processed & new.
As you might expect I would.

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I distill my brain, in order to keep sane.
It’s what I do with what’s dealt.

The things that I dream, come by bright vivid stream…
Oxidized to feelings felt.

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My heart beats loudly, while speaking so proudly.
I heed it within reason.

Yet it once held sway, over all I would say.
But then, it was youth’s season.

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Now, my wisdom speaks; for what my soul still seeks.
It’s my heart & brain’s vision.

One wanted passion; one wanted to be safe…
Between, my soul’s decision.

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Yes, Wisdom, listen! To voices in frisson…
My heart, my brain & my soul.

Then take to my stage; day after night on page.
Please! Be the voice of their whole.