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Nov 2016
A word of ancient making
but in resurrecting now
bursts in meaning..
Wyrd iterates to Weird
a uniqueness in extreme..
Not a fixed uniqueness
but one which is happening..
A momentary identity
living within and
made of Freedom..
Wyrd.. my friends
is who I am
a name which colors
for just now
my Freedom
infinite and luminous...
CharlesC
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