oh soulful shine!
come to me from the morning heart.
come to me from the view frosted window…
alone touch the trembling road,
fast and forward on the rushing windsung wheels,
to hang my badge in reflecting light
falling from this silver box that carries us away
beyond stolen time…
far amongst the day’s divide.
here now lost, in warm office space,
the myriad talking voices, the mild mannered lips
they filter like a thousand year spring
from deep in the lost remains of consciousness
trickling down the throat and forever they remain…
remain but a dream,
for never did I wake!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/8/11
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