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Free To Roam


The mind and body dualist,

his prison for a throne

 

Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,

where can it find a home

 

The soul the prize that matters,

the spirit up for grabs

 

Proximity defining its own lie,

positioning unclad

 

But somewhere in the distance,

and somewhere heretofore

 

A laughter lives beyond itself,

escaping its own core

 

The zero-sum dilemma,

what Sages claim to own

 

Lay far beyond what’s deep within

—where truth is free to roam

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

 

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