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How do I find the pathway to origin?
I have searched all the pasts of the past,
and held onto the past longer than necessity.
I have seen an awakening turn into a darkening
of clouds, as breeze sharpens with each gust
and this brain yields to... what?
In the distance I see a reflection. It is
emerging to me, and waves into a
silhouette of shapes and confusion. Who is this? Is it bravery I see? Or just imagination.
Do you even hear me?
Do you even listen to a fool such as me?
What God worth following would answer
the wretched of the world. Me, and me, and... I. And I alone have abandoned the
God within myself..
I had a mercenary as a muse. I think she
left and seduced a better writer.
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