Wilderness of Soul

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Oceans of complexities.

Complexities cull my soul, yawning for comprehension.
Oceans overwhelm, being only in this place.

Layers lifting off previous places in my heart.

Littered with deposits of harvest.
Heavy, weighty grace. Collected and cured.

Disbelief daring me to breathe again.

Taunting tears and Truth stares.
Tyranny behind me, I stand.

Songs sung in the wilderness of soul.

Wildness wakes. Facades shake.
Where ever I am.

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