Mixture of Effects
My epiphany is the thoughts that I have endlessly.
Each day I write and allow my muse to flow outward.
Thoughts that reach down into my soul for words,
Words that my fingers type, from no thought at all,
I allow my mind to control only hurtful conveyances.
I allow the muse that found me true freedom to inscribe.
We may be one in the form of identity at special times.
Though we are truly different in this, we call humanity.
I am of course male with coarse and rough idealism.
She is of course female, with delicate, deliberate ways.
Together we are my epiphany, which keeps me sane.
Together we are a mixture that sees so many things.
Separate we are nothing except for identities searching.
For avenues to release our thoughts in realities exchange,
Therefore, this is my epiphany along with a mixture of effects.
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