The power is in beginning
live your dream
my head split in two
from every sentence uttered, hatches a smirking contradiction
The cards warned me of this, the moon...
dancing with blue lunacy and illusion-
don't drift away------------
time to go to the countryside- time to be
with nature
reflecting on what I said,
flashes of memories where I chanted an internal dialogue
outbursts of pure creativity which come from intellectual study
_____Carlton Cottages_______
it is boring and it doesn't get you anywhere.
But there was that boy- on the outer reaches of Cuenca-about 17
or 18-good looking. He stood out from his group and spoke to me in English/ are you clever? he asks
you write down your thoughts? He presumes
Nietzsche emerged. from his shoulder bag.
I do it for him sometimes, I write my thoughts because he thinks it's a good idea,
sometimes I do too.
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