Pierce my flesh with fleeting fantasies

How does the mind proclaim satisfaction

And the heart once overflows

upon purpose

complete with focus–that narrow gate.

Stirring, stewing, steeping


Decimate my thoughts with queries

and theoretical discourse

How does the heart compete as today

And now the mind dances with perplexities



By that broadened path.


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