From time to Time, there exists something special. It is special… while also containing painful, joyful, in short full of much.

An open mind purposefully controlled by freedom, which is a description of conundrum which is. It is.

So, often in thoughts blurred by reality and conflicts in vibrations… a poem.

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My

(pausing to paint a new world)

no matter  as in this  matter, such feelings/views/experience are of no defense.

And when the essence is boiled down to ingredients

it remains strong even as my mind wanders in a storm of chaos

finding sanctuary in what can only relieve…

and in this port, afloat by the memory of what it is, to smile.