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Culminations of our lives
Rarely yell when coming
Always in search of something
And there it is, peaking it’s head to the surface
Something lies in that space
Something deeper that I’ve ever touched upon
Greatness, subtle surrendered greatness
Looking at me from afar
Wanting me to taste it
Wanting to taste me
Sipping with grace from the fountain
Sweet elixir of powerful presence
I drink it in, sleep with it next to me
Within my soul, yearning to be touched
Circling with me in togetherness
I want to love

Ian Altosaar

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