Time traces fragments

I am a writer and a collector. I am a poet I am a spectator.   I can’t respond without making feeble jabs at mirroring the beauty that induces my wakeful dreaming. I am the same as you, I can’t suppress or unglue from my soul, I am soul.  I walk through the trees. These veins never concede. I built a man in a high castle, prayer connects me to this. I want to build an empire where we are all enlightened. I close my eyes, to see. I resign to my omissions

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