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Dec 2012
Jack in trades
master of none,
been fighting slaves
and the demons won.

Switched on darkness
to shut out light,
revolution is real,
rolling far from sight.

To hold the universe
he left his mind,
The edge of spirit
was the boundary line.

Wind down experience,
symbolic in clock,
a falter or stall
in every step of the walk.
Irving MacPherson
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