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Jun 2016
The high import of
finding ourselves unmixed
with darker things
things which seem to divert
notions of luminous I am..
Let us then become Seer
seeing all else as seen..
We have created two poles of
enormous yet temporary worth..
I am the Seer
with new freedom as felt
and I must linger a while
without remembering
all I have left behind..
I will rest here this evening
this lighted waystation
safe from memory's recall...
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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