flickering, flickering in the draft seemingly random whether we are stoked into brilliance or snuffed into the black trampsing into gullies of self pity reliving self destructive shreds of emotional fallout praying to self referential icons supressing spontaneous suggestions of attraction silence, unheard striving for release persistance, even insistence of accomplisment the seated Buddha a guide, a bookshelf of blueprints Realms of my calling, fields of possibility my own redemption
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