Plain old artistic doodle

Someone tied the artist’s mind And trapped it inside egoic marketplace The ego’s orb allowed circling only around worldly shifting goalpost. The artist hid and doodled dreams of fantastical accomplishments OF finishing the story that continues to grow Still fantasising of those swirly ‘times of flow’ This artist that had touched the ether Lingering remembrance... Continue Reading →

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