Unclaimed n standing in the moment of movement closing the gates... Knowing the attention of letting go there feel in the heart is harder than the softened tone of names... Listening to the click lock out any other notion that might think it wants in to the kingdom of the mind... There's a loosening of thoughts that need to be released so the definition of the resurrection attempts to fly... Over the walls into the wide open where the capture allows the tingle of self to emerge from the depths... Free from the inner makings of hinges rusted stillness without a swing to be felt... The unwanted hide beyond the reach of arms stretching to pull pieces away from self... Living with the facts that there's one key to open what there is to give... As if the prisoner within awaits the comfort of true freedom to be the only thing I've knows how to be n live...
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