There are times flying in my car
Past midnight down the empty freeway
When I feel like a warrior
With firm grasp of her purpose
Foot accelerating towards a destination          a divine calling
An illusion borne from speed and loud music

Yet under the illusion lies the consciousness
That what awaits me after the wheels rage to a halt
After sitting down in my old chair
With my old inkpot under the lamp
Will pierce my heart and
Grind me into common humanity


  1. Beautiful words.

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  2. AH! LOVE This!!!! 🤗💖☀️!

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    1. I am so glad you liked it!

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