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04/30/09 - (1)
Into Myself
This last day of April, As I head home, under a myriad-minded cloudy sky, After being away, one day, from myself,
I realize that I'm alive, viable, a breathing entity, Capable of donning whatever disguise I choose, Just by willing its design mine.
Whether it's the freedom driving a highway creates, By releasing endorphins, into imagination, Or dreams, from hiding places inside my eyes,
Is of less consequence than the ecstasy I feel, Just knowing that if I deem it so, I don't even have to arrive at any destination,
Rather can keep going, until highway reaches horizon, Horizon climbs into myriad-minded cloudy sky, Sky into infinity, infinity into me, I into myself.
04/30/09 - (1)
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