Let us be the say all
the be all
the see all of ourselves,
with a sort of translucent might.
The past holds up spectacularly,
idiosyncrasies our mind left behind.
we twisted and turned with doubt
at our heedless failings,
yet the failings have not failed me.
They, representing,
a greater piece of being
a sword in consciousness,
made from all the crystallization
of cognitive recognition,
and countless mistakes.
These mistakes are used to battle
greater losses, and ignore
the pain of our precipitated past.
I do not carry these
as a burden, outweighing my body,
but as a box which my
mind decides to open at
any given situation.
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