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Dec 2017
Amidst traipsing
through the town
I had such a clarity
as to where my soul
had been, as to where
I had gone;
Nu kyr'adyc,
**** taab'echaaj'la
.
Who is it that's survived me?
Amongst my menacings
about this city, I was

human, briefly
but now you feast
upon me

and I wonder,
Am I not a machine?
Are we not all proponents

of our own advocacies
or do some of us
have underlying cause
only you can see;
Intentionality?
Mydriasis Aletheia
Written by
Mydriasis Aletheia  30/Other/Empyrean
(30/Other/Empyrean)   
173
   Glass and Michael Angelo
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