Fragmented in time for my mind remaining whole truth of my soul looking through each segment as if it were the All gentle whispers I hear to remember the Call over focus of my eyes to a point on the line the image blurs rather than be crystal clear what is this paradox I fear? it is not real ? for deep within I Know it may only appear for purpose of experience yet, is Not the actual experience so is it a mystery or game? or are they one and the same? no guilt and shame there is no punish in the rules, realize the muse to be amused confusion to infuse denial to be refused dance dance dance Mulin Rouge Joy and happenstance in moments of remembering
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