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Roaming soul infinity wanderer
My world is beautiful a charming aurora of ideas
A galaxy of experience and stars that
linger in awe even under the hot sun
Full of light, all lit up to the corners
with perplexion
Glowy, pretty like a shooting star , I am
one
I travel in darkness to dungeons of angry-hungry fire spitting dragons
And meditate on the nest of vipers over the
crux under my cranium
Sometimes in the darkest bat caves ceilings
I hang
Fear is a stranger, an enemy to the
magnificent soul, a poison my system fears
Wilderness is home to the heart and through
thicket I meander with jolly
On plain I trot slathered with curiosity
enough to kill a pack
Worries safe cemented six feet under, a
cross on the head, ‘forgive me father’ I mumble
Dreaded thorny paths and dingy alleys, the
bleeding sore heels,
I
feel the sweet burning urge to walk on
Direction is a stranger my heart less
trusts, a lie it believes in not
Time, not in my world, a perception to rob
me of my young tender optimistic heart
I delight in fixing rummage without holding
the thought still
To rumple, the cosmos my heart finds
delight in co-creation
I don’t have a life, I create life maybe
that’s what I search for.
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