Don't Feed the Animals

Digging a ditch with Dave Matthews, looking for a quiet place.

Too soon the music is replaced by my thoughts to run, so I
Sprint to replace times gone by while I search signs and
Portents that once the stars will align,
to remove the malign of existence in a special void.
Lightless, formless, water with no spout,
Sharing no shred of doubt.
Attaining not disdaining,

Finding

Kind, Reliable

Yes
Safe
True

Always Lover

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