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a soft wear on awareness…

walking on eggshells, like treading out upon a thin ice to tread lightly where few others are sure to dare aware that this wilderness has many sharp surprises surmising happiness having a diverse amount of angles to attempt and approach from the minds of a Mankind whose allowance for contentment has the serious attitude problem while handling the complex processing of both formula and pattern to conjoin these components in a way that recombines their qualities together to benefit all involved, but i as a nimble soul am weighed down by this heavy machinery that i wear that melts and decays all my days away into mediocrity that cannot abate as this timelessness shedding passes as light on the graduation of enlightenment upon us all as we each take our turns trying to stay sensitive to the situation we have created collectively in this preservation of information reaching back along the living gears of the cosmos to meet Here… as repetition drives competition deeper into the wounds of culture like salt to assault in the fears and moods of the affected whose demons philter the essence of humanity on outward further into space as a dimension to hold all this stray effluvium before it fades away into clouds of mote and dust as chips on shoulders in burdensome memories of horrid trips taken in this flesh to live these lifetimes under the swaying hand of death as a release on life as yet, but i do say things which others doubt while keeping busy sorting out superstition from this reasoned smoothing a mind like mine makes in trying to devise a future not as futile as it seems to be at first from a distance some might speak of that which offsets actual communication and productivity made to connect as much as relieve humans of the burden to treat themselves as an attainable object, while denouncing the journey turning us beyond faded relics to be bought and sold into obscurity as rare myth makers consult those unaware of being touched by the gods they were chosen to represent crawling traces of a continuum like a snake who molts another layer into the breach where all the other mystics have resided since time immemorial as both reckless and calm energies have come and gone and changed perceptions of countless communities and civilizations shaping how the native creatures augment themselves and their environment in order to rig this primordial technology into some harnessed state as efficient and capable of equipping our society and further generations with the tools to meet goals appropriate to this kind of a gain… is as trained in a standing demand distinct as behooves a reconciliating movement loose from that mystical elsewhere depicted as a glamorous taint afflicting a central nervous chafing chill against restraints, gain as pleasure loses all meaning suspect to the same paranoid scrutiny a mental mutiny in rejecting the idiot plunders as a killing savage advice turned sage wisdom soon lost encaged and wasted, or we exist inside of an ignorant invisible cage with one-way glass looking in or housed in a busted egg?…

Thanks, khet.