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Jul 2020
A triple by-passing of the cold dark polar regions of the bipolar seasons of oneself

With just a simple Stargate-dash
and escape away
From all the harsh torrential landscapes
But never leaving un-scathed

And as a certain pathway appears
before me?
New hope is displayed in the face of dis-may

For now I realize?
That I am just a partaker in this Matrix*
With a sixth-sense I am like Neo

Cause wherever I go?
It's like a mystery is unleased
For I am revealed uncut and untamed

Although?

Some might even say
that I am of a feral-breed
But yet?
I remain still sane

Well..
You can call me what you may
But most?
Would just as well call me
a No_Name

For I am no one's slave
And I share no man's name
So I guess?
You can call me., a blank slate
Or maybe..

A missing., link?

No no no..
On second thought
Wait., let me think?

Call me Unchained
like D'jango
Just to give a little history on why I started writing. This was the day that I decided that I was going to write in my own way, in my own creative freeflowing style, without any chains or shackles.
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