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Feb 2015
Sitting in this chair, resolved of life and wills
I watched alone my eye wander to the abyssal
The depths of the ceiling and the sky beyond it

I sigh, and let my soul wander through that breath
How far, how nigh, how short- the kick back
The rush of reality is far from sudden than cautious

How I see the world as a person, no- merely an animal
Baser instincts to carve out an existence of importance
Grandiose dreams to shape out a memory for all

Just to get it right, to taste and grab... to grip tightly
This experience, this lesson hardly forgotten by the body
It's only one in countless eons- I am only one in countless eons

But you all- you are my many in precious seconds
I yearn never to let go, to separate to grow in every whim
Thinking out loud only satiates little of my life owned by you all...

And for all, I am thankful. Harm for hate, difference for pain
But also joy for pleasure and trust for security, I owe it all to you
You lead, I follow; I provide, you take. I fall, you continue as before

I'll recollect in memory in the hearts and minds of those who know and
remember my actions; past, present, and future. None perfect, but good
and bad enough to mark my animalistic nature forever to your soul.

I am the nature of the beast. Trickery, manipulation, deceit, and wits.

I am the fox.
Neal Emanuelson
Written by
Neal Emanuelson  Amsterdam, Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)   
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