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| "I leave steps of wondrous dreams" |
Suppressed by a pedestal in which no statue resides, I regard a blank slate where once there was inspiration. I struggle for breath against the weight that only emptiness offers. With my body unmoving, my sight soon finds focus. I watch as words begin to run down the sides as undertones of fresh paint are being drizzled against its surface. Each slow moving drip brings with it the colors of my imagination. No clear pattern seems to exist, every newly formed streak in itself a possibility. Refusing to remain solitary in direction, colors of thought seek out others. Defying the basic law that demands a straight descent, I could sense a whimsical contemplation nudge some to take a curvature that slides it into another. Free flowing verse after verse is formed. What once were just dripping words have become waves that smash downward breaking against what is holding me static. Gasping, breaths are caught as I struggle to be free from this bondage. I can feel the colors around me wanting to be my guide. I reach out and to my surprise I find an edge. Barley grasping with fingers I force myself upwards. Tearing free I emerge up through the colors until I am standing in a puddle of self discovery and from it I leave steps of wondrous dreams as I turn my back and walk away.
- Dennis Birtch
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