in sides

the best, meaty impulses of man are kept at bay
by the ignorance of many
in fits of liberty
and justice
we manage a vision through the cracks
the light gets in that way, as L says
it finds it’s way like water
through a mountain
carving its path
over time

it is in the unadulterated self that this type of power is available
water is in it’s dharma
i am in my kitchen

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