6.10.03

Meander

Man my thoughts be on the meander, on the long way home. I forgot where I was supposed to be and I forgot what I was supposed to know.
So, I could tell it like this. I've been to many far flung spots around the terra we call the globe. But thats macro and I'm talkin about minute bro like a matrushka on a death roll down to the west go. Thats where I went.
Way out west where I swear the life that is the best does reside and abide to life in time in rythm with the tide.
There exist enclaves of life and style and deed and thought. They coagulate, they gather together, they find and initiate their fellows, with an impressive socialized and antagonized the massive the hypocrite-ical, you know, the labor of the bellows.

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