Tag: Spirits

By Martin Anton Smith martinantonsmith@gmail.com

And so, she then she turned & said to me:

Do you see what is real & free?

Is It true that stuff you feel –

Became the biggest facade of them all?

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And again she turned around & said:

That pain you’re inside is the planted seed,

Reaped from a world told but not true.

You’re to move beyond that wound and flee

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As then as her glowing image faded,

And her spectre’s wisps drew up & through,

I knew that that all I held so close,

Had merely been the frontal view.