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and There You Stand

� � � � � � � � � � �
�� All of Us � � � �
� � � � �
�� buried � � � �
��
under the weight � � � � � � � � � � �
of all that is now � � � � � � � � � � �
and all that ever was... � � � � �
��
under society's pressure � � � � � � � � � � �
its artificial influence ��
upon generations � � � � �
of the Nurtured � � � � �
turned Nurturers � � � � � � �
��
even our loving parent's � � � � �
instincts � � � � � � � � � � �
are infected with � � � � �
"civilization's" � � � � �
blocks against � � � � � � �
natural living, � � � � � �
diseased with
barricades preventing � � � � ��
Our Spirited Souls �
from channeling
the awesome power
of limitless connectivity � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
a precious few � � � � � � � � � � �
of Us � � � � � � � � � � �
pry ourselves � � � � � � � � � � �
from this � � � � � � � � � � �
off-course cycle........ � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
.....and there You stand � � � � � �
��
among the Gifted, � � � � � � � � � � �
the Defiant � � � �
untouched � � � � � � � � � � �
before shit`s � � � � � � � � � � �
enormous pile � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
perhaps � � � � � � � � � � �
an overly twisted path � � � � � � � � � � �
helped You veer � � � � � � � � � � �
off the rat race track � � � � � � � � � �
and join the chosen few � � ��
who`ve for the most part � � � � � � � � � � �
conquered fear � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
as Fate would have it � � � � � � � � � � �
You`ve opened My eyes � � � � � � � � � � �
ever so wide � � � � � � � � � � �
I realize my years � � � � � � � � � � �
of foot dragging though Babylon � � � � � � � � � � �
was no fearful shrink � � � � � � � � � � �
from economic fight.. � � � � � � � �
��
..in fact � � � � � � � � � � �
it was a vague � � � �
genetic reflex � � � � � � � � � � �
preventing Me � � � � � � � � � � �
from completely � � � � � � � � � � �
abandoning � � � � � � � � � � �
The Ride � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
Yes.. � � � � � � � � � � �
there You Stand � � � � � � � � � � �
outstretched arm � � � � � � � � � � �
offering � � � � � � � � � � �
a rescuing hand � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
mathematicians � � � � � � � � � � �
would calculate � � � � � � � � � � �
that our paths � � � � �
might cross � � � � � � � � � � �
maybe once � � � � � � � �
in a hundred thousand � � � � �
lifetimes� � � � � � �
��
they`d theorize � � � � � � � � � � �
Our chances at making � � � � � � � � � � �
lasting connection � � � � � � � � � � �
even less likely,� � � � � � � � � � �
something like � � � �
once in millions... � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
yet these followers� � � � � � � � � � �
of rigid � � � � �
paper disciplines � � � � � � � � � � �
are hopelessly tight-assed � � � � � � � � � � �
their heads buried in � � � � � � � � � � �
expectations unsound, � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � �
they fail to see � � � � �
The All that transpires� � � � � � � � � � �
is One Hundred Percent � � � � � � � � �
cosmic guarantee� � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
I cant help � � � � � � �
but grin� � � � � � � � � � �
as We fulfill � � � � � � � � � � �
Our ever-progressive � � � � � � � � � � �
Destiny � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
my eloquent Messenger � � � � � � � � � � �
who understands� � � � � � � � � � �
journeys � � � � � � � �
from within � � � � � � �
and outside, � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � �
Thanks for � � � � � � � � � � �
the soothing call � � � � � � � � � � �
You saved me � � � � � � �
last night : > )