the creeping unknown invisible miasma of seeping anxiety
flowing in and around everything permeating us like dark fog
comes and goes like humidity nevereverpresent but always lurking
gathering storm clouds on your personal event horizon
an obscured sun casting old shadows inside a haze of gray on gray
within gray you do not recognize the day
stand tall place your head above the clouds
where lightning and silver fire purify vision
until blinded by clarity you can again see the light
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Perfect to hear this today! Thank You, and for all of your brilliance.
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And thank you for all of yours. I think we all inspire each other.
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this is great. that’s all, great
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Wow, I’ll just say thank you, that’s all, thank you.
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