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I’ve been told and shown of a way
That if
ushered on toward my wish
my hope of harmony and bliss
held in the cusps of my hand
through a life of unacceptable terms
patient and accommodating
silent and smiling;
waits for a sign – opportunity
Neglects the soul
-The sacred chaos that I’ve been granted -
demands an exit,
demands an entrance,
requests union with
The Universal Whisper.
Angels will chant at my bedside,
and the foul chaos
will mourn after I have died.
At which, “Granted”, she says

- Lisa Olivas

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I like this. The desire to be part of something bigger, which is unknown, for the known is chaotic and understanding something not understood? Good job.

Jason Czebotar
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