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brambles, are the substances of my head
in some moments I find a small clearing
lost within brambles it seems
searching for an axe, something sharp…
sometimes I become entangled in the brambles
ambushed by thoughts, I retreat, I retreat in the loss of Staying
in the mess of brambles
in their chaotic ways
I will stay
I pray
let my clarity be You
let my axe be You
let the sharp object be only You