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Jan 2019
we are a mixture
seemingly
of the objects we
know and sense and see
plus that in which these
all reside..
which for most is
the body limited carrying
a mind confined..this
quick capture of
the insistent  
and wary ego..

our civilization
seemingly
stands on the belief framed
in the snapshot above..
except for those open
to non-objective truth..
a recognition which ignites
a consuming  burn of
the belief fomented by
the now scurrying
mixture..
CharlesC
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CharlesC
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