Self-Implosion
Until you escape your own cognition,
you’re a prisoner of your mind
Your spirit waiting to lift you free,
dialectic far behind
Until you can leave all reasoning trapped,
and let your thoughts go free
You’ll never be able to self implode
—as you were meant to be
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
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