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Lee Carter Mar 2020
Fast lane or slow lane-
A life driven from the backseat
Is equally sure to crash.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Gangly ghouls and ghastly ghosts.

Grimy goblins, gremlins gross.

A graphic, grizzly gallery

Of grim and gruesome, giggling glee.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
The mark of a true fool
Is not the lack of knowledge,
But the firm belief that he has
Nothing left to learn.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Placed on pristine pedestal.
Its posture proud,
Its presence phantasmic.
Its position?

Precarious.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
My soul, do you take the shape of me?
Without this vessel, are you free?
Tethered here by blood and bone,
Are you truly mine to own?
I am unsure so tell me true,
Are you mine, or am I you?
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Our own eyes can never really see the self;
We must always rely on others to look.
Only through each other can we truly know
The shape of our character and the color of our essence.
Lee Carter Mar 2020
Shifting sands, shaped by surf and sea.

Sunlit shores shine and shimmer.

Sailing souls, slaves to siren song,

Suddenly sink and slumber silently.
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