For the longest time
My mind has been dead
Like a beached whale
The waters of will
All washed away
My soul on the ropes
Bruised and bloodied
But never down for the count
Lately something special
Has been brewing
In my sacred corner of the world
As the healing nature
Of working with head and hands
Heals the hole in my head
And wakes me up
To the endless possibilities
That exist even here
Like a sleeping serpent
Uncoiling as it strikes the sun
So my soul begins to grow
And somehow where once
Was endless decay
Now I don’t have enough
Hours in the day
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