※SpinalGap24 ※

The downward-spiral will pull you up
sad tales ignite a happier trail
drought sparks a thirsting quest
loneliness grips like too much company
salvation calls with sweeping emotion
tears may dry from a leaking heart
East becomes West as what was will be again
Such is lost, can surely be refound-
rebound in discovery befitting today
you'll see, what's been and gone never died

No longer needing to swim, nor fly or cry
Without need to enlist outlandish ideals
Opinion may be subjective within words
Open to question, susceptable to opposition
The way found near-silence, bordering stillness,
Only the eye could see what the mind's eye 'felt'
Within oblivion came the rebirth of optimism
And a vitality previously felt only in dreams
The one spot of soil grew a meal,
Which fed the dream and signalled hope
A moment's never too soon, without a second
to reflect upon it's timeless offering.

At water's edge and break of day
spells cast aside with awakening senses
mists subside without ever passing formality
trees oblivious to our thoughts, we think
yet touched we are, by each and all
linked by chance and necessity
paths that lurch and stretch rekindle
within arm's reach and memory's reappraisal

Jump,
because I wanted to
Run,
because it was easiest to do
Shout,
what needed to be said
Hide,
what is better left unsaid
Show,
the days truest picture
Behold,
truth without words
Digest,
only what's necessary
Withstand,
this life unbounded

Turning is running
facing is falling
Standing is defying
living is everything

The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the Straights; - on the French coast, the light
Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pepples which the waves suck back, and fling,
At their return, up and high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in...

-Matthew Arnold, 1851

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