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Apr 2018
Afraid of careless gambles, on drunken nights,     only learning after what I can afford.
Not with metals or worldly heights,
but with myself and who I wish to be.
What can we potentially embody
after placing darkness back in the void?
Striving to avoid a tempting wrong,
while thirsting to be wholly right.
Can we hear a sirens song,
while praying to be free from plight?
Im grasping to remember.
Well maybe we will live forever?
In which case I am righteous regardless,
yet maybe not then whats the difference?
Or maybe just not at this step
with such little temperance, but i think we will.
On a path ive seen the moon atop a hill,
with stairs aruin.
So many descended,
so far so little ascended back.
Luckily they remortered and redeemed the way.
This Way is great, past conception.
Its illusory lack shows us what to prune.
Lessons of unique complexion and importance.
Of most to me, atleast to a few.
Quite illogical I know. I think so do you.
Sleep no more lion lift your head from the dew.
Even though the truth is shrouded
it shines brighter than a sky unclouded.
Find the invisible, and you'll find all life,
beyond life, indivisible.
Written by
L T Caulfield  M/New York
(M/New York)   
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   Rose, A Simillacrum, victoria, --- and Raven
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