As a world turns...

Creation never blooms,

To permit
Or to be forbidden to wear
out loud
a desire that internally flames

Where back at home,
Inspiration looms,
Churning inplace of memory,
Turning and repeating

a self fulfilling prophecy

in limbo or in learning?

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And through transcending time
and the space beneath
the daily grind,

You can watch it all fly by,
each happening

Without ever having to find
A strickening approval,
Or a compromise in mind

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Like the inside horseman,
In each eye of every storm,
Shielded where the stallions run wild,

Embracing a thousand eyed monster
Wandering,
offering no reply...

For where no one is there to listen,
Eternity resides

...and artistically speaking,

There's no taboo left to run from
Or sagacity to hide behind

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