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I used to know which way was up.
I used to know which way to go.
What ever came to pass that dazzled and sparked a twirling spin at me.
I was careless, perhaps.
Indulgence settled in between my skins and made a fountain of my spin.
Eyes lost and wild, I used to know which way to look.
It felt all’ right but indeed was not.
For beneath this fountain’s layers breed the mud and the murk.
And make no mistake they will try to invade.
Before anything was realized, there came the taste of mud behind my tongue.
A faint gasp flashed of memories.
Remembrance came. For all of this there was a motive.
And now approached the limits.
There would be exits. There had to be air.
A breath of creation.
A path plain and bare.
If clarity ever showed her returns.
Action claimed an effort of her saints and offspring.
Accomplishment must be liberated from its grave.


-SteveLee
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one brush used from kissncontrol