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there i am.

conscious and relaxed,

a washing machine

of realism.

poised

supporting

a verdict,

feeling gifted,

opposing the supposed

of a concrete, set in stone

system of perpetuals.

liberated,

under the personal

insomnia of yesterdays all,

gone,    wry,      dead,     and cold.

escaping from the ritual smoke

empowering my mind

to freedom,

letting go.

some sensual euphoria,

overcome.

back in touch with root wisdom

and the truth of some knowledge unclaimed,

balanced, by the blindness of faith.

as blissful as a kid feels, in the innocence of youth

when life is whole

and so complete,

[if inexperience be truth].

it almost seems unreal

slowly,

involved, and yet removed are the

drowning  let me downs

that leave me feeling,

like i need to hug my girl.

but never closer than

the thrill, when i dont confine my angles,

i smile sweet and happy

and ponder from the veil,

behind but still, able

to reflect upon the symbols,

yeah what they mean to me...

[never fails]