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Those who live an artistic life are genuinely soul-aware. 
It is as vital to the human spirit as is the air. 
Artistry, sculpture, and landscape design are creative,
That's around spiritedness that pulls and is probative.

Bury my heart in the wounded knee where even harm,
Battered gallows have histrionic gems and charm. 
A ghost wrapped in a thicket of death rug toss,
Eigenvector fade marble eye fabric dross

Slap my lips with a cudgel, ruminant, spewing mere, 
Apathetic brows cursed with sin shudder with fear. 
I clasped my hands, viewing fake hooks and blows spare,
I may sleep freely on the rope or walk as drifting in the air.

Free from obscure sights, free from guilt,
I translated the chain that bound my spilt. 
Each time the human spirit is apathetically ground,
Somewhere in the cold, an answer can be found.

Victim of its erratic walking and constant cold,
Lost and bastard, inquiries are permitted to be trolled. 
You stay stoical and equanimous under a dearth,
You, the human spirit, are the nucleus of the Earth.

Yet, I took this mystery with me to the grave,
As of now, please note that I crave to rave.
I believe that fair things will win out for people,
When I dared not be the one to be motile.

Milk is insufficient for acts of human kindness.
The stomach can churn and be mindless.
Milk and whey used to derive cheddar or skim milk.
There are various choices for insights ilk.

Written: September 17, 2022

The Human Spirit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose

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