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Wednesday, November 05th, 2008 | Author: KEB

See my silence spoken
through orbs of glazed obsidian;
Listen to my depth of knowledge
across canyons of nothingness;
Feel my quiet desperation
that I dare not share;
Reach into my obsession
to become one with me;
Understand my strength
to fulfill your joy;
Respect my need to be heard
though I appear to be quieted;
Independent but constrained,
Tenacious yet yielding,
A collective unto one;
I desire… to be me.
 
Copyright © 2008 Keith Blackie

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