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I used to be teen suicide, less full of myself
to wonder a future unknown borrowing a want 
of perfection in strength of movement, a posture of 
glazed movement, gymnastic skills of love, purposeful of 
thought tone---surprised I excelled in most, tried in
some and failed in those anonymous a few--my lone
physicality set the stage for a mistress lover of handstand
entrees in, on above all objects where I could pose upside 
down and see the reverse of an earthly life based on age 
appropriate conventions of and age remembered life to
recourse a yonder youth in  all its wonderment, fallibility
of domestico-initiation and socio-training to be up/down
cool/nerdy pain/pleasured and thus True/False primed and
Squared by ritual sacrifices of an impermanent unsolved self--
where do you really begin, endure? and end with the means 
to justify your end as to the forever prone promises tendered
in creating a dulled existence for a what purpose? 
Charity begins within your Heart of Hearts all leading to a 
proportioned infinity of reality living and lights of Love.

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