You could smell the bleeding.
A loss of energy or a soul wasting
so many holes.
The red banner stretched across my mind
screamed YOU ARE LOST
and it was a beautiful morning
to know such a thing
cool morning air yawning
clouds orange and daunting
I caressed an Easter Island statue
as a stranger watched me from his window.
A gathering of people attempting to transform
from the humdrum sleeping automaton
to
something else, please.
It was the Harmonic Convergence
I found out that morning
I had no idea
and I was in the place of altered states
all was perfect with angst and sitting
after three days I was different
and would always be.
When you see an opportunity, take it
but you have to be awake to see it
he said.
I drove away, consulting my map.
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