a home
erupts
in marching flames
left naked and cold
shivering in the dark
Alone
but
in a request
for the silence of a
river
smoke
rolls
gently
in the distance
Rising.
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With every step we create a movement. As we walk we breath and every breath fuels our steps. Inside of these movements we grow and we change. Every movement has potential, for every movement is different and constantly changing. A Mind Full of Junk is a portrayal of some poetic movements. It’s a portrayal of the movements that empower me and teach me the art of change. They are the movements that liberate me from a stagnant world. They are my education.
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