Star Dust Molded
Star Dust Molded
Upon the all-encompassing walls of my four cornered room, hang
six generations, three ghostly spirits of my forefathers and mothers,
three generations, living shadows reminding me of who I am, who I owe.
Star Dust, Genes, {{ not blue genes }} nature, nurtured , influenced
by all those one has interacted with throughout a life time in this plane.
One’s Family, mentors, peers, coworkers, bosses, Friends and Lovers.
How does one reconcile what and who, in this melting pot of predisposed
influences was the guiding light, the forces that molded an already formed,
perfect vessel, into the image who stands before the multitudes encountered.
B. J. “A ” 2
September 30th, 2026
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