Nothing in My Possession

I like to rest my head on a giant rock
Let the weight of my body just go into
Earth as a nearby stream carries any
Blues I possess away with its current
Rushing and running until pure enough
So passing strangers and animals can drink
And not get sick - like that stagnant poison
Too many get trapped in called possession

 

4:48 am
July 16, 2010
John Alan Conte` Jr.
John French
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