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February 27, 2016
It is a slow boat
a slow coat
a slow awakening.
The past is never far behind,
yet it trails in a winding path
that leads into places we have no
right to promise.
It is a slow boat that leans
against the tide,
a slow coat that cringes and conforms
to every ridge and splinter
to every crack and crevice.
It is a slow awakening that follows
and never quite becomes aware
that is bound within such limitations
and faulty perceptions.
Why can't we rise?
Are we even aware
that we don't know?
The mind is set to cancel.