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sometimes it takes disaster to get to where we're blessed

sometimes it takes pain to bring us to where we feel good

sometimes we have to feel angry with someone

to the point where we don't even want to look

to later get to stand before them

and truly see them for all they are

sometimes we have to have nothing to say

for days and weeks that feel like ziplocked cotton

in order to speak and sing in a deluge of electric

ushood professing our birthright major seventh into forever

and sometimes when i watch the ghosts of you

pass through the walls of my memories

it is all i can do to keep moving

and pray for soul stillness