SAGA OF THE MUST

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JOURNAL # 41

what twisted wreckage
we, as the collective
must infuse ourselves
as a whole
around
such a winding vertigo road
we are made to travel
but know that
everything now
I do
I do just to get to be
a little more closer to you
in the frantic, you bring such calm
we are composition for the
ill composed
scatterings for the inwardly drawn
maladjustment for the singularly
juxtaposed
the finished touch
basking in future moments' afterglow
cosmic intentions
placed upon
a slow cooking
universal stove........
(Dec. 14, 2011 1210am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

feeling purpose bound even when purpose sometimes seems absolutely no where around............

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