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A seagull circles the parking lot of my mind
Searching for her lost sea
Delusioned by illusions from
Humanity's concrete mirage
Poured out from colored lost dreams
Layed flat and tarred black by realities blank space
Spines of yellow
Stretch out for each challenge incomplete
Wrappers gust back and forth eternally
Nearly impossible to be grasped
Yet forever in view
Reminders of what was once contained
The skittles of life are strewn across the grey
Treadmarks make them into pressed flowers of dead memories

Flowers! There used to be flowers
And the lush green of grass
Simple, pristine miracle of life
Somewhere a cloud breaks in the dullness of void
The sound lights the sun as a bic in a concert
A resounding hope cracks the yellow spine of cold doubt
That a blade of grass works through the harsh concrete
Not with the hate of its imprisonment
But for the love of its freedom
My soul rises up as a bright balloon to the sun
Lifting my spirit in a current of wind song
Dancing the gull to memories lost
And quests just begun
We head off to the Sea of Possibilities...

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Jana Drake 8-30-99
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