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Sounding

sounding
deep, deeper
into a myriad of memories;
into the archives of the minds tomes;
into the rootof my flowing and altenatively
stagnant consciousness;
into the labyrinths
of emotional conflicts
and behaviour;
into why there is hate, contempt, bitterness
and anger
having a feast
in eating my heart empty -
on the otherhand
there is love, sympathy, compassion
and even laughter.

sometimes with daunting deduction
there is a showing forth,
a precious revelation
springing from the secret realms
of the sublimal self,

poem by John O'connell
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