i'd like to put a name to it
those colors that imitate a kaleidoscope
acid trip
in my head
they are loud and distracting
aggravated by what was meant to be
a place of worship
honor turns to distraction
and then he speaks
in clear monotone expressions
the passion radiates from his stone-like face
he puts that chaos in its place
he names it
the battleground defined by a man
a man who i assumed would be a puddle
reveals a piece of his ocean
now yearning
for silence and intention
getting back to my center
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