Poet (n): A marionette or a clown, punked again by some proclamations of love, better off and having never learned a thing.
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Some Highlights:
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Quietly, nimble and soft,
Sun bright and smiling,
You roll away the weight of man's damnation.
Poof, fluff.
You are the cloud and the sky.
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An expanse among the smallness, and a beacon to my torn and tattered heart.
I am but a shard.
This profile (along with @marketgardendigest) is a journal of my thoughts from the start of 2020 to the beginning of 2025. It is written firstly for myself. However, I wanted to post here rather than a private diary in off chance that someone else might find utility from reading my thoughts and perhaps even contribute to a conversation by sharing their own thoughts.
For the next chapter (2025-2030), to the degree that I continue making posts on Minds, it will probably be via posts at my Karazhan Group Page.
Link
https://www.minds.com/group/1728228013579722752/latest