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I can only imagine what you thought of me Some strange, affected blogger bloke Chiming in from desolate-hunger side of restoration-resentment On your site of doll curiosity. This strange, wanna-be-artist-person-poet-thing Embarrassingly awkward striking out Thinking there was something for me in the public sphere of popularity. Ha! They say meeting your heroes should not be done Writing your hero’s, taking on their guises, finding your own guises I found some. Questioni

Beginning of Truth-Telling Rocks indeed hide golden friends, Ones you swore never existed Binding you to a base of stone While mind churns out assumed horrific realities --- systems Does this thesis work test after test? Have we proven ourselves interconnected, that mind bows to ego, puts forth hate, puts out life and snuffs out peaceful being? Should I change my name to sacrifice fame? I’m drawn into my stomach Because this schizophrenic discord should be put r

Effigy mounds burn to trump rail buffalo stone and go Connection Passageway clouds accumulate in artful ways, every movement --a picture to take Eyes that bind seizes trouble to take and release Snake shadow slithers off Startling ways of seeing is turning off Media's thirst for story Desiring worship

Mission, their mission Gatekeepers to good Mission, their mission What is good What is good Smash their bad on me What is good What is good Rounding-turvy-frozen-ground I’m breaking he’ll be their king, let him be their king, let them cheer their king the one who'll never surrender holdouts flying headlong into the wind falling under the avalanche slipping Bang a tangle he’s the king, Bang a tangle He’s the king Realizing entrapment's not speaking Friends, we say,

Call to awaken a storyteller, calls to awaken me On the way to Two Medicine, Driving Coffee in hand, basking in the glory of daylight – but then, The weather gets overcast and moody. Aspens are ceremonial sentinels holding secrets of ages past Summer landscape becomes cold and snowy The river in the heart of the aspen trees Feels forlorn, but healing. Lying a broken wafer on the cradle of life, The trembling mouth of reality sinks in— “most of Waterton’s been shut down fo

Racing for safety, for what was known Makes me bold with longing bliss Racing for safety, from atom’s home, Away from their devouring Elitism. Sing, the body, Sing the body electric Breathe forth song, Electrify story From the dark mouth of stunned, dead sleep. You will rise, sucking back what you lost With a bear grass reed! Ice melting, Twitching. Feeling Sun-break Melting, moving Stumbling... Fierce wind, Stirs free will to wake, Rivals tyranny Strikes again, C

Begin to read, Not all thinks can be thought for you Snap off your AI friend when Insults breathe wind, shaping my body creative again. Resurrect mountain songs, From changeling woman’s surging separation Devouring my senses, path of sh