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Version Ten /Tension Verse . [ me trying to accept the missing pieces]

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The sky was as grey as a sea washed pebble.
The wet with rain grass; Emerald,Deep.

Listen to the birds,
Making patterns of flight.
Search for words; That were never there.
Not in the sky or ocean deep.

Fragments await repositioning.
While suffering from an exodus.
Of the power to reason.
Vanished to some far place.

No perfect explanation; Or magical truth.
Pieces that can not be complete.
Accept and live with it ?
Acknowledge the relevance of the gaps.
It is/Is it the alternative way.

The sky is still as grey.
The grass not quite so green.Still wet.