inside you is a tension
from the building up of steam
and you won’t just let go of it
for that would be obscene
you pretend that you are limber
so to all it can be seen
yet you are just a child, dear
just-a waiting to be free’d
so come and take a ride with me
away from your sick dream
i’ll teach you how to lift the world
and put it down, where you please
see the colors of the void
and then, too, of the leaves
think about the higher things
and sit up in the trees
let all of our love out
and let it flow
in-between.
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the sieve and the sand 
this is very good.
Yeah this is awesome stuff; I like it very much!
Very, very nice. However, I don’t the title gives enough credit. It deserves something as smashing at the poem itself.
I never could think of a good title to this one so I just filled it what I was doing when I thought it up.
Thank you all for the kind revue.
review*