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Excavation/Eclipse. 

Pretty much, I have retained
the underlying,
instinctive, archetypal

characteristics,
qualifications, or however one
might like to frame
it. Only the what

(lies) resides

between the subliminal
perimeters
and patterns remain.

Creativity,
corporeal worldline,
is found in your fleshing
it out from moment
to moment, winging it:

the dance of adaptation,
facing fears, playing with hopes
rattled in the caged hands
of the chances we take.

These reactions
to external circumstances
it is the true
test of the soul,

yeah,
but what is the objective?

(To excavate I.) 

Don’t just brush it off, peer
beneath the scattered dust flying
from your revelation,

leaving the skies clear,
not as obscured
as you are feeling today,

eclipsing today.

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