blurred words

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By Mike O’Connell
in old notebooks
there reside blurred words
washed by tears but
not erased yet
years have been
working
overtime to quell
used emotions
dead end dramas
lingering
hanging
on to wrinkled friends
as if they were whole again
as alive as they ever were
repeating shared memories
young again
eyes open
but blinded by the world
not understanding
that the force that moved
the pen
the brush
was temporarily finite
shining
glowing in the growing night
rested
nearly complete
eyes open for changes
signifying wider range
of awareness
as the rest of the body
withers with words
the champions
of the soul
a soft light
in the unfolding night
(3/14/18)

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