Shaken up, shaken out.

Shaken up, shaken out.

Within and without.

Blind sighted by the works,

an artist’s world.

They say hindsight has 20/20 vision,

changing focus, just a small alteration.

Guided by the unseen,

what has not yet been,

what ceases to be complete,

till eventually the wound bleeds,

and heals ever faster, sweet.

Take a seat,

don’t expect it to be free,

trying to keep things neat,

trying never a good idea, might I repeat.

So today I can proclaim,

that some things are not done in vain.

From a space,

so pure, untouched and kept in place,

hurtling ever faster to a very, very similar fate.






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