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Aug 2015
Evolution of this Man

Born in the wind of a summers day a infant boy arrives pure and without sin. The sun touches him for the first time and he is blessed. Speed grace and power he is to possess with humility for all to see. He is destined for greatness, gold appears with just a simple touch and people for no good reason will adorn him. Life progresses and success is plenty without the young mans knowledge of the universe. Gluttony, debauchery, hypocrisy could easily take form in a world known to few...caught up in the spiral of indulgence is for those who spew talent sought after by the masses. A mirror becomes not such a good friend as reality takes the place of surrealism. What found was now lost, time rings the bell and shows the scars that life delivers even if you are not at home. Brilliant in mind will not escape the derelict of time. Belief in false promise he is a target for those with malice. With fight as a winner losing is in plenty. Rationality, Generosity, Curiosity is the norm for celebration to those who choose to use.
In the wind of a summers day a old man discovers all his sins.
The sun touches him for the first time and he is cleansed.  

Joe Callari
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