by J. Parascandalo
A child born innocent, brought into a world of dimensional consciousness, unknowing of what its journey will be, nor knowing of its purpose to being amongst others of its kind; to be tutored by those who have come before it yet again, unknowing of whom amongst them, individual or group, is the honest keeper of truth to wisdom of all earthly and spacial wonderment readily observable by given living eyes’ experience, conflicted by personal knowledge gains by direct and inferred experience for reason of purpose, singular and plural, with certainty, never fully comprehended as time’s unfolding toward certain, unpredictable death’s occurrence.
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