Just Healing

The sick-at-heart
Cast their prejudiced shadows
Above the drafted footprint trail;
Red flags everywhere,
The ignited sand dunes surround  their implosion
Like no one in their six senses can.
Fearless- I flip my pride to the other side
Of the bliss-n-tell
Bells are ringing along with the incoming tide
A well-deserved wake-up farewell
before every sunrise.
A brain is nothing but a former stone tool,
or an abandoned pearl-free shell,
Floating away,

Lost in the evolution of ordinary man. 

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