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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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