Simply This, I Am Not A Snob
A sundance wont recover thisMore conciously a blast from above
A holy domestication of the heart
Unnerving and unsettling
For truth is an intimate revealing of oneself
So don't consider it inconsiderate
Self-righteousness is not the cause
But a hidden collection of spirit
And hidden it will be until unearthed
Beneath the preservations and frozen dirt
It is not for fear or a lesser hope
But for a longing
Much later in life
A time for distraction and inner strife
Now is of character and self interpretation
No slight of hand will turn it out
posted by Unknown @ 4:53 PM
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