14 2017 Golden Shovel form from Tracy Plath\u2019s poem Morpheus hour 5 2017 marathon.<\/p>\n
Morpheus extended.
\nBy Paul Robert Sanford<\/p>\n
I stripped away my outer layers
\nuntil I lay naked in the sun,
\na yearning Ophelia, unable to complete
\nmy wish for oblivion deeper than sleep,
\ninstead allowing a silence
\nthat was not silent
\nto fill and heal
\nan aching teen\u2019s troubled soul.
\nFrom Morpheus by Tracy Plath (Used by permission)<\/p>\n
Let us go, you and I
\nour schedule stripped,
\nstealing a chance to get away.
\nIt has been so long since my
\nfeet carried me into the outer
\nworld. This is the chance to cast away layers
\nof languid torpor until
\nyou in your modest way and I
\nsinging a free song, a lay,
\nstrip our beings naked.<\/p>\n
This is the world we live in.
\nlike moles we have hidden from the
\nlife giving rays of the sun.
\nNo wonder there has been a
\ndissatisfaction, a yearning.
\nLike Ophelia
\nwe are unable
\nto imagine a world to
\nmake us complete<\/p>\n
but now, having broken my
\nbonds and fulfilling my wish
\nto enjoy the world in a deeper
\nway. What more do we need than
\nfood and friends and drink and sleep.<\/p>\n
Let us celebrate life instead,
\nseeking out joy and allowing
\nhope to give us a
\nburst of energy that will silence
\nnot only the voices that
\nwe hear, but transport us to a state that was
\nours when our birth had not
\ntaken place and all was silent
\nexcept for the music of our mother\u2019s heartbeat that served to
\ncalm us, and fill
\nus with the rhythm of life, and
\nthe sounds of voices, music to heal
\nus and prepare us for the harshness of reality, an
\nexperience called birth that leaves us aching
\nfor the safety of the womb, until eventually a teen\u2019s
\nimagination tells us only we are troubled,
\nonly we have a soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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