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[LeftWriteFemme]

August 22

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The future is a prison I escape by staying in today. The tiny windows which open to strange foreknowledge have barbs rather than bars and inflict painful wounds when I attempt too close examination. My business is here and now; the currency like manna, good only for the duration of the day and nothing further. Pretty dreams and colossal disaster float as baubles on the horizon but I need to take down my focus from such far off vistas; adjusting the optics for a clear view of where I am standing. Circumscription is what the destiny becomes when I try to live in it too soon. Novelty is what it is to be living in the very moment I am currently breathing in.

Find ways to embrace the random nature of life

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ORIGAMI

I fold my reality like origami

Everyday a shape to suit my whim.

A dog when I feel like begging.

A horse when I want to trot away.

A pot to brew up some potion.

A penguin when I feel cold

And I stand on my egg all day.

I can bend and flex, change my image

But in the end I am truly flat and lifeless

A construct of imagination but soulless and boring.

Reality cannot be my creation,

Made in the accordion of my mind.

Truth and breath come like wind

And I need to let them change direction

And change me too.