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THE SCREAMING STREAM

The original shell
Is as weightless as breath
Is pure in spirit
Though as hungry as death

And like death, it has secrets 
That grow from within
A magic of new life
That fills to the brim

So that knowledge and learning
Are absorbed deep inside
To alter and fill up
And grow into child

And child learns it's lessons
And grows into man
Who unlearns the lessons
In a minute lifespan

He receives all his sorrows
And drags them along
A weight ever
 heavy
With life's old sad song

Like seashells collected
Regrets drag him down
Till he bends and he buckles
Too close to the ground

He sees his reflection
In each passing stream
He sees his eyes crying
He sees his mouth scream

The weight grows too heavy
And he falls to the ground
Where the black earth blows over
With great silence of sound

But death has its secrets
That hide deep within
And an old soul, he rises
A new life to begin.
Marion Price(2020)
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Marion

Thankyou my lovely friend ...hugs ?

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Tony Taylor

STUNNING!!.....a work that speaks to the commonality that exists within ALL mankind....the kind of write that speaks directly to the few....and interrogates the many.......with questions they're incapable of answering......the kind of wordsmithing that can ONLY be done by one who has decided to "Play In The Ether"......and has NO fear of death!!........for they have already investigated "The Original Shell".......and been left wanting!!......Bravo!!.........T xo  : )

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Marion

Hi Tony, no...I have no fear of death anymore just a fascination and a yearning for answers and a deep interest in all things 'mystical'...and oh...so so many questions. Your responses and praise are always so lyrical and beautiful...thankyou so much my friend?

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Marion

Thankyou so much my friend ?

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