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Hopeless Nomadic Part 3
I’m left perplexed. How vexing, how complex… the plight of a simple man, (one’s ruin is another’s choosing) is moving and doing the least that he can, no oil changes no wedding band. All this just to exist, just to be standing, still living, surviving this life with a pocket knife and all the time that most never venture to find before the last goodbye. Like the return of high tide you can count on his nothing, nothing to show nothing to hide... a cowboy trailblazing the countryside. Beethoven's eleventh symphony ?keeps the beat of this visceral epiphany.? No piano key in record history? could serenade away the blue music that drips from the riffs in me. How is it to be, so utterly free. No paper trail to keep folded neatly, a homeless nomadic home body taking what the rest of us are wasting, catching sickness digging ditches while we dine on delicious richness. My intuition becomes twisted and misses the simpleness where my wisdom depicted the abyss, this before my vision was transformed by barely bearing witness to his existence.
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