How blessed to be alive

In the time of the turds!

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I lived through enough suffering

(Back there in my youth--during

The ending Piscean Age)

To last several lifetimes

Over the coming ages--

I'm not lovin' it...

But

If the old light bulb lights

And a transcendence beyond what

Can ever be imagined lifts away that detrius

I would finally be back to all

That I actually am and would never

Recognize myself...

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I swamp with awareness

Including the knowledge of our

Limited worldly estate--

The mocking of Materialists

I am used to--

Yet who but an idiot would try

To tell an idiot that he's an idiot?

Being in the earth one is broken down

By others and as my buggy rolls free and careening

Down an assumption disguised as a prompting

I renounce vanity at last convinced it's a sucker's game--

I turn inward but not away--the strength to maintain

Slipping away but for the float that bobs me on waves as

Awareness swamps me...

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