Still Wandering

the moonlit drama of unconscious narrative has been pointing out dissonance where it lies.

duly noted.

the dream is my my talking to my me.

i give thanks to the possessors of a similar double helix for providing the perennial tests needed to dive deeper into the study of self.

my #2 pencil yearns to satiate the bubbles of hypocrisy.


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