My Mind

November 6, 2008
My Mind

My mind, a burial ground for the thoughts encompassed
in the walls of my skull
A cemetery for the sanctified words awaiting the call of my tongue
The tall standing words lift up the lips of my mouth
As I speak the words open up the ears of all ages
All eyes are awakened
But one man stands alone in the crowd
Eyes closed and sunken in sleep, but his soul resurrected

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