Coalesce a Collective
· 11 February 2006 ·

this mind rain washed
flooded thoughts from
rust-stripped
ignition switches

blue thought nostrils breath back
to fast-paced glances
of grit and graceless happenstance

not lost behind
this new-born nuance flaunts
the subtle saturation of
a lost generation

color-blind and camoflouged we hide the
human values of our youth

with an entourage of ambition
we dilute
and wash underwater, the solace we’ve subdued
to find a phrase, ego-bruised for
all intertwined lives
this muse may solve

these are the backyards
fresh minds of the forty year phase
we’re one of the times
when this essense of thisness
finds our omniscience

Written by Philip Ashlock

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