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I see clearly that I’m blind.
Memories drifting through my soul
reveal that Time is in my mind:
of living deaths and never growing old.
rhythmic songs of deeds long done beat deep inside My Soul.
I know I’ve drifted far from Home.
Psychedelic drugs and atom bombs
prove we’ve all lived lives before.
I remember, mirrored darkly, through the lies
Shapeless Shades of Nothingness,
without a cause to carry, no reasons why,
afloat in spaceless voids of aimlessness.
Images of energy, space and time
are illusions of Our Will: conjurings of Our Minds.
Stuck inside a fragile shell I have no wings to fly
except with those I unfold within My Self.

— Lawrence R. Spencer.  2017. —