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the appendage as it was severed
continued to function on a myriad of levels.
the reflection maintained...it endeavoured,
it became what many thought was unattainable...
this mystery, this yeti, this history
apparently we are all forgetting?
how and why? is the obvious question to propose?
now you can deny in your oblivious
quest in the know, but here it goes:
it cannot continue to be mapped,
scripted as some ishtar mishap.
there needs to be living and breathing.
the masses at it's genesis
relatively still teething....
it entered or re-entered my
life at the least surprising moment.
for once it knocked. the pitter-patter
of a formal pre-entrance
is a gesture life had mysteriously subtracted?
it was a plus this addition
decided to finally formally
reintroduce itself to a part of my
personality which was frankly
long forgotten.
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