Sputtering, dazing, exciting, hoping, fantasising, working, scheming, screaming.....but always ending up lost horse on a pedestal.
The arc I walk upon has ‘springed’ around with coppers and pinks..the knekki knom treads on without any enlightenment.
Is a tribal life an ultimate or those cosmic powers ?
How carnal sometime turn into…new realities!!
Can one go back to re begin as a bad guy or imprisoned to untold goodness for ever?
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