introspection

Peace brought to the wrangling edge of my own being I look and I find I search and I am lost Keeper of secrets So many evil dirty things lie in the recesses of my mind I have forgotten more evil than most people truly consider I have looked deep in myself to see the wandering lust that drives a community of mad Yet mad individuals Women and men who have found solace in the darkest part of me I take them all in I care for the ideals they set forth Yet they are lost into the echoed chambers of my mind Each time I grow Each time the line falls away I see you all again wandering deep inside there Seeing some of you wandering makes me consider if what you spoke was ever true to you this is the lean season where the weight of the world is my weight when I begin to have grand delusions where I picture atlas and think…. he and I are kin quiet kin begotten of Sisyphus… ha! Leave no stone unturned upon the landscape from which you feed each stone is mine in this Sisyphus-ian dream none to small none to great all things compared I will wear this stone and road smooth before too long Each thing in its place and time And to each place some time I correlate the strain that is blinding me Looking for a cause in the universe A common event that brings down the true space That simple cell that would surprise everyone. I was given this exterior for many reasons None I ever consider I look upon it’s hues and textures and consider many an item. Cara de nopal hecho de piedra y hierro Lomo de Pipila Con alma esta alma tan Perdida

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