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“Another Life” Another Life counts every number avidly hours and people pass by in this place purgatory holds grace trying to save face it's a treadmill for the lost, this place where the missing go - you know, the sweet spot, the safe place where there's no reality, missing gravity all the words you should have said lie in state Another Life counts every number, avidly Time counts the cracked marks all the bleeding heels painful, wide open on the never ending road tracks arms lift upwards appealing, inviting inwards something real just to feel, just to feel the true worth in tears that birthed an ocean baptismal watching the naked truth the barefeet walk another life questioning stories how tall? still small, still time doing time in the imprisoned heart light and dark marks another life counting min numbers on a wall, imprisoned with the time thieves in another life, waiting for the divine intervention lined up with the others in another life (LadyLabyrinth / 2021) "She Knows" / J Cole https://youtu.be/hQS4I2F7xnE

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/7/2021 7:23:00 PM

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Date: 10/7/2021 7:25:00 PM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/7/2021 3:37:00 PM

I’ve been researching ‘numbers’ lately. We are assigned a number at birth, the date we enter this existence, we are serialised by a number on our birth certificates; we are a number in social security, banks, healthcare, schools, prisons. We are weighed and measured physically by numbers, our clothes, our shoes, the weight of us, the height of us, the number of hairs on our head, the number of teeth we have, the number of white and red blood cells, eventually the size of our coffin, surely urns are easier. We are measured in life by the scores we reach in education, our promotion in life (or not) and we are perceived by the measurement of that achievement by numbers and currency assigned to how much we are worth fiscally and socially. We are bought and sold by numbers. We compete, we win and lose by numbers.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/7/2021 3:37:00 PM

We are immersed in numbers and passages from religious tomes, that stamp us with the measure of hours, days, years we have left to work it all out, the number of sins we have committed weighed against the number of good deeds we have performed. Some people state that we are more than just numbers. I wonder if ‘souls’ are assigned numbers, how they are identified and measured. Are we, humanity, in an informal school where lessons are perpetual, or simply in some alternative prison state and tortured until we break with the understanding that we have been asleep the whole time and it is all just a rollercoaster dream, where we are assigned numbers over and over. Some people worry too much about numbers, when they should be concentrating on the sweet spot outside of the past, in the ‘Now’, forget all the other numbers and concentrate on your own number and how it fits into the equation, for the troll/s who OCD every hour, every day.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/7/2021 3:37:00 PM

Perhaps best to stop looking at the clock and calculating numbers as a win or lose situation – if you have been released in one way or another, you have been given a freedom, which is measured as well. We are all on the spinning wheel. The poem I’ve written here is titled “Another Life”, doors open, doors close. How many lives are we given? I could talk forever about numbers. How do we measure forever? In one way or another we are all assigned our personal MIN numbers, we are continually monitored by some form of corrective service, they say it is numbered too, call it 1. For the superstitious, and religious we have 888 and 666. Who are we to judge by numbers, if these are accurate and anything to measure a life by, Romans 3:23. Regards not-just-a-number, sufferin' succotash x

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 10/7/2021 8:22:00 AM

"where the missing go ... you know, the sweet safe spot" I loved this part!

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/7/2021 3:37:00 PM

All sorts of sweet spots Mme Krutsinger, that elicit some warm feelings, not necessarily safe, but one could be forgiven thinking 'safe' at the time. x

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/7/2021 3:29:00 AM

LUX VITAE LUX.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/7/2021 3:29:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/7/2021 3:10:00 AM

Slow + reverb. Beginning and end loop. Piano.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 10/7/2021 3:11:00 AM

https://youtu.be/VCE3nD071C0

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/7/2021 3:05:00 AM