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Sep 2022
Illuminary Passenger

You can't stop the mind, no
Only in an instance,
Where the spaces between words,
are really steps of distance.
Each soul given shadow,
Each foot bathed in warmth,
Where the fixed stars staring
Will Illuminate you forth...

You can't stop the mind, no
Y'can only change directions,
Destinies are chosen,
when you go into your presence.
So what will you choose to do
Now that you are lost?
How will you make dew out of ember and frost.

Build a tree in your mind and you'll be
reaching up.
But if it's thunder that you want ,
then you'll be out of luck.

Cuz a tree in it's soul
While protected isn't gold.
Trees don't walk,
but they sure as hell grow.

So go and grow, go and grow.
You will know, you will know.
By the mirror, by the mirror.
Tell your soul, tell your soul.
You are full, you are full.
Full of gold, full of gold.
In the mind, in the (mined).
Thine working goal.

(So go).
Paul NP
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Paul NP  Toronto
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