are the secrets on which
our lives are built...
down the hallways and
through the corridors
we navigate like captains
of our own vessel...
eager to rise
reluctant to sleep
born on the cusp of the moon
from which we hide;
hidden in the mind's castle
are the rooms and parlors
in which we feast on
the dead carcasses of life,
given to us at birth from
which we draw strength
and eternal determination;
hidden in the mind's castle
are life's tapestries
hanging like mirrors on
virtual walls separating the
facets of life through which
we weave and meander
looking for our solutions.
August 15, 2024
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