ReCreation

Somewhere in this darkness
I feel the essence of life
Ready to be molded
To be kneaded and folded
In on itself tonight

I look at a connect-a-dot sky
Or reflections off a ceiling of clouds
Retrace my steps in the lies
Think that I must surely die
I pull back the layers of shrouds

My head and heart like hands
Caress the shapeless forms
Address the peaks and crevices
Choosing what my preference is
Tossing out unneeded norms
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Down in the shivering fear
Pushing away the warnings
I see love can still be ours
It’s the key to all the powers
It reminds what being reborn is

Don Queen