People Over Politics, World Over Wealth
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Low key and lower key. Dark and brooding but
full of feeling. Tell your truth, your being. Can
you find the heart of you, find what’s true? I can
only hope to tell you who I am and what I mean.
Though I am so often lost when I go searching
for my center. I often find no way to enter. How
then, may I tell you what’s in my core? When I
must first open the door of myself, within the
cavern of my being. Before I can tell you what I
might be seeing. Yet you know, I know, without
looking, find it best by simply getting lost. The
storm-tossed feeling of a painting. The flow state
found writing poetry. What about you? That’s me.
View my art. Read my writing. Too mundane, not
exciting in the way you expected. Will it all be lost,
neglected by the world at large? Does it matter,
since its existence alone has altered the day-to-day?
The timeline of my life and of others. Which cosmos
did I create through my trials, my failures and
my successes. Will it lead to a better humanity?
The pebbles on the edge of the tipping point.
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