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DAILY SUBCONSCIENCE IN EXILE

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By xyldrae
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Can't confuse memory to exist in the present.
Can't confuse spiritual action to be memories.
I am two things joggled by a clown in coma
I live in spite of unseen casualties in both -
The regularly beaten, unbeating heart;
The indefinitely unfavored flavored soul...

Can't confuse choice with what's looked at for it,
Truth. Must distinguish aftermath from effects of choice.
I am one thing to a man, a jerk, and the moon,
And love in spite that one thing which is Nothing.
Nothing but every thing I've been considered to be not;
Nothing but a thing, considered merely, inconsiderately.

Must not be blind to distinctions.
Must be distinct from the blind.
So I worry not.
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People seeing us through shattered kaleidoscopic glass glued to a mirror to make a mosaic image (more like a visage--more like a caricature)?
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hahaaaa.

Lovely.

I get it. ;]
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been through a similar chain of thought with different words and metaphors? This one hurts a lot hahahaha it still hurts now that I read it again, but it's plain wasted emotion which one can transform into something wonderful as this poem.