Life Is a Lockwash

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My caress is a wash unto those of my kind
And my kind could be all kind or no one but me.
One can think about kindness awash in pure love.
Surely all kinds can do kind things sort of kind of.
I can’t keep life from washing straight out to the sea
Because we’re locked together. Our souls are combined.

It’s awash in some contrast. My life’s not a dream.
Often times I’m impatient and damned to be right.
In the long run my life could explode in my face
If I don’t learn to concede some battles in grace.
Life before and life after this life is a bright
Reawakening to self-fulfillment supreme.

Life’s a lockwash. I’m screwed down to earth, as it were.
I am taut way past finger tight. Pressure is keen
Yet it can’t be perceived well unless I express
It in some way appropriate – not to excess.
When released from the lockwash of life there is seen
All that held me together for life to occur.

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