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Thanksgiving

Step up and out of the stream
into your authentic chair
leave the banquet behind your eyelids
acquiesce to the universe, every pore.

Tie a string on your thought
this thread of sincerity
Tie it quick to the fringes of time
pregnant with the helium of hope.

Three feathers of a wing 
fly straight through heaven
into the heart of God. 
Your truth, your humility, your freedom. 

You paid no tax for a moment
No one loved what you knew
or hated what you need
For a second, you were nothing but free. 



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