The core a square; a cube? light ray streamed whatever them see; whatever we deemed we know that what we see adapt our stream wherever it flows; it comes from me oceans, they came down my mind could make the house go round the puzzles in my close enclosure we can solve them; in that core blend the puzzles in my near encounters; I can find my way around my core is shaped and shielded; but as essence flows in me them people there struggle, changing, adapting accepting, relenting, reinventing; me to find my way around them? a cube; a circle? a globe; like the world around? trusting that, this plan of mine; shall not fail the trampoline that holds me, upholds me am I different? just a slug? other’s forge, I pass the mug sing a song, drink along; another art reborn rediscover me trying; finding; grinding other’s metal me, myself blending all the same, and all the arts I master none; see them all core, be fluid, always changing owe them now, and now we do that globe
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 19:09:46 +0000
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