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The Mud of Experience
The Mud of Experience Forever lost are the voices of fearless hope and long gone are the rains that muddied the foundation Even as we long for the innocence of heroic action framed honors were not meant to be for some and there remains only the mud of experience to nail on the wall So say some of the dying So say some wishing to escape the agony of living Is home only found beneath the buttons of shielded resistance? Can death be the only sanctuary from the insanity of fear? Is one's true home but a place locked safely away beneath some naked honesty known by only a few. Might those who dare to seek out that place where stripped away layers of protection saturated with the tears of elusive answers find destiny’s compass pointing to yet another unexpected direction? And is that direction seen only by those whose open buttons ravaged by wanderlust and the shedding of mud-caked insulation leap from the twisted abyss with abandonment into another time? What drives us to leave behind the habit of place and protection to once again run, walk, and ultimately crawl through barbed spirals of isolation into those battlefields of the unknown? Is it enigmatic, this home many seek without assumed walls and roof or fortified landscape? And if home be the purpose of the journey what validation allows entry? Might the mud of experience Open the door of answers And allow new questions? Perhaps… Cogito, ergo sum Beckons new beginnings The ones without end… Perhaps?
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