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Fleeting Visits




Sometimes it feels as though

I'm caught amidst the wind

Anchor disjointed

And internal void on display


Sometimes I want my matter to easily flow Flow just like the rain

But it needs thawing out

So wishes to melt away


It’s like drifting through cerebral time and space

But the weight of restlessness leaves me breathless in distaste


I know myself apparently

Have to give myself grace

Though my feelings are a game of their own right

A jigsaw dynamic with invariable pace


To understand yourself fully

Can feel like relentless gruelling work

A personal enigma spent learning and decoding

Some unpaid labour thats reaps cheap rewards

And more than anything

Monotonous and boring

Aren’t we better off

just ignoring


Aren’t we all just extra-terrestrial

Celestial sentiments

sentimentally attached to a temporary existence

Subsumed and consumed by the simplicities and undefined intricacies of humanity

Conventions and ongoing tensions decided by insanity

So we forego the lessons of life and cycles that chain us to the matrix of reality

Imprisoned by principles shrouded in vanity

And that’s often men

Men who take what isn’t theirs

Men who lead by ego

Private browsing my consciousness

Whilst their shadow goes incognito


With all that in mind

I urge not to feel so unwell

About the growth of confusion

within my vessel, soul or self

There’s a knowing

that grows deep in the dirt

At the pit of my core

pulling gently

Milling to restore


Peace of mind is not an eternal guarantee and

Blanket comprehension is distressing

To exist sometimes is a precious chore

But the burden of life is a blessing

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