Companions statistically taken
given up, though
new thoughts, new perspective
new day, new sun
seems to give me my only one
and only.
Derivative features of the inner-eye,
Take this Raven,
Let me fly, never, never,
never die.
You want Synchronicity?
A dischordant plight, excited by the
prospect of attention, self extinguishing
tendencies never arise beyond a two
dimensional existence, for
this, I am
thankful, O so thankful
that I am accepted and honored
an imposter in fakes clothing
in a line-up of long, long, long, long....
He cannot stay long, in the mind,
in the inner-eye of my inner-mind.
Which doesn't matter as,
Transport arrives, and I am left in
Transports wake.














Comments
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
I wasn't to sure about this one, but that makes me feel better!
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