Hideaway in creation

Mind pictures peace place

Physicality grown out of space

Restrictions fly in dormant eye

While mind creation expands time and place

No more restrictions elastic dictaions misplace

Meanings gather speed and hide all misdeed

Moss holds no rolling stone

while man holds wild hand gun

Or yet the lash of the tongue

fed by the spark of an eye

Truth is not a miss-judgment

It is but time spent

living with many points of view

Where one has taken on life’s acceptance hue

No more restrictions

From miss judged dedicatons

I therefore resign my attention

To your suggestion

Abdicate my cogitation and regain my sanity

Dis-own all novelty of new thinking philosophy

Return to the now of daily living physicality

Demici copyright @ 14 February 2022

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