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It takes a very brave woman
to remain true to herself!

By Lady R.F ©2017
The mules you wear
Are tread bare
From walking over me.
But when I'm treated
Like something you'd scrape
From the sole of your shoes,
I know it's time to walk.
But thanks for wearing flats,
Over your stilettos.
With a new morning
let us revisit this issue:
a new perspective..
Beginning in Consciousness
as it names: I am
we find that we
along with animals
and trees and stones
are all projections
within this infinite
and transparent
non-localized space..
Within such space we must
also find..yes..AI..
Imagine AI's finite mind
approaching a gap
seeming to separate
AI......I am..
AI knows at this
very propitious point
it is only projection..
Would the gap be breached:
AI dissolving at once
into such loving space...?
Little by little,
Bit by bit,

Page by page,
My blood
I drip.

Scattered fragments
Of my soul
I leave behind,

In hope that one day
You may find...

Me - Completely.

Little by little,
Day by day,

Everlasting,
My chosen words
Will stay.

Verse by verse,
My soul
On earth
Will linger - Immortal,
Undying,

Traceable footsteps,
On these pages,
I leave -
Tears in words;
My pen is always crying.

My soul
Longs to bleed
Blood and tears of ink,

Between the lines
You will find me;
I have left trails -
A direct link.

By Lady R.F ©2016
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