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Is she aware of the ephemeral nature of our existence... Does my Muse engage in the highs of consciousness ...? Is she cognizant of our Nemesis...? Does my Muse grasp the fleeting nature of our frames...? Will she take me by the hand and guide me to our Oasis...?!?!? ____________________________________________________________ I sit here... yet im not part of this mundane world of ideas and concepts... educators are immersed in tools that limit their intellect... that render their frames frail and weak... that render their intellect subdued... AND one-dimensional... ____________________________________________________________________________ And my psyche... and my Psyche... races toward Her... Only to be proffered a Minotaur that impedes my sentinel... I sit here... and i become more cognizant of the futility of our values... A culture that engages us in kitsch... and more tawdry trinkets... ___________ _______ _______ Is my Muse aware of this fleeting Moon... and its Sun... that will never again articulate a manifestation of Her existence... Does my Muse reject the lows of of consciousness...? Is she cognizant of our Nemesis...? Does my Muse grapple with the greyness of our end... the fragility of our coils...? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I sit here... And i gaze into eyes of strangers... that linger in the alleys of time... Time and i sit together as we contemplate the epic narratives of Colorado, Milliken mills, Uplands, Orchard Park...