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::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Saturday, February 28, 2009

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they used to call me wizard

not so long ago

I’d use this mind to make them soar

and with their bread I’d learn some more

They used to call me teacher

                                preacher

                                angel

                                lover

                                lost

and now my name’s been changed again

I’m broken, dangerous

But he will call me love

and that’s all that there is

and with his breath I rise again

from a soul once very dead.

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