Lost years for a reason

Saw when the lights burned out
the wick was seen breathing inquisitive longing
sighing after a wisdom beyond understandings last outposts
there was a settlement, a battle in a silent struggle
where blissful thoughts crashed into a sensation
we should have met in an arena as proud fantasies
brutally embrace the true touch
let the crazy get free precedence
for isn’t a force required to break through patterns that, like armor, wants to consist
fill my bucket so I can water the internal fields
harvest me a euphoria of happiness that finds itself in the flower eating the aromas of a wild meadow.

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