I don't know where I am going...
I have hopes; but sure as heck
know where I ain't...I have sense.
Have become acutely aware of the many shades of
different colors the soul imparts upon its primed canvases
of mind and heart, blocking in much of what we hear and see
ahead of time, predetermining many of my assumed personal
strokes, my often delusional self presents as fresh and original –
maybe such realization...a true first step toward
actual emancipation....
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