Mind

My mind, such a curious beast, is prone to donning blindfolds of petulance.  So often such senseless exercises leave me hysterical to escape the terrifying exterior, despising the disfigured interface that reveals it.  Shrouded in unyielding judgement informed by dimensionless ideals tempered by an exacting expectation, light enters rarely.  But the rare is the pivotal.  The world transformed, revealed; my mind unfettered, and so too my movement, my speech; my immersion and my becoming of the world, the world embracing me.

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