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Does it know more than me, know more about me than me? Is it this thing we call our shadow? Is it the same one that's followed our soul as it goes through the process? Perhaps it's not our shadow but our souls shadow. That might explain why it can anticipate my motions. Any Which Way, I know I've seen mine shine brighter than day.

In some Waters that I don't know how to swim chance of survival minimal, less than Slim

Same Strokes that put me ahead of the race, now ineffective I'm flailing in place.

The undertow grabs my soul and Yanks me down, yearning to swallow me One gulp whole. It tightens its grip; Do or Die balance tipped

My body this cage the lust this rage this life... This race what fuss, Turn the Page.
Release your spirit let the soul roll organic submission spun out of control.
Soul over mind like Mind Over Matter Collective memories scattered and splattered
slave to Five Senses, that's all we know in this realm, granted another we'd be overwhelmed.
Pull from your third eye, the medulla as well and realize your body is not stuck in hell.

Epiphany at Starlight right? In and out of Dreams Twilight. Caged inside a cell my mind, I pause reset unwind. Reality reflects the mood so much the heart the soul and mind are touched. Begrudged for non-complacent views, firm I stand when Spirits sense the silent truth. Vindicated by my own God's eye, light and love engulf  me now, the hate I've dealt the world resigns.

Hopping on board to flee from the Sun. Another week's work, all slave... No fun. Back to LA to get s* done. The galleries waiting to hang my fire. A flick of the torch Sparks of burning desire, incessant need that never expires.
Stuck in Fort Worth an extra 5 days, burnt by our star, 110 in the shade. Dollars earned for hanging I'll trade, the museums are eager and Destiny Whispers.. "you'll soon make the grade.,"
Spine is kicking but I still crack a smile... Sitting next to a goddess for a thousand miles. Though just a small chat the Soul flies in style... Exit the craft the stiff scent of home. Batteries dead can't use the phone. Spark up a smoke and Glimpse Domino's head... My smile grows wider as he sniffs at the air, catches a whiff and fixes his stare. "Daddy's home!" There's no love that compares

You glanced at me I stole some too yet we both knew what not to do.