we sail through auburn skies
and seldom see
needle: in eye
a joy is lost
in discovering that
we limit ours to self
and miss the bigger
canvas
random chance is
one handful more
than lucky
more that opportunity
deeper than preparedness
-reluctance to study the
foresight
of paranoid failure scenario
willingness to look
on the bright side
is all i have now.
i don't wish to be
enlisted
in the service of man
anymore
-none but the urge to forge
my way
runs thick like rivers
of mercury
streams of imagination time
seeing in my store
again
the pages of my mind
to paper words from inner voice
come
fresh painted glossy
still smelling and
sticky to the touch
the hard base reality
the true illusion
that will provide for many
so importantly much
(on the subject of self employment i think...4/18/00)
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