Ignorance

May 9, 2011
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This is the truest form of bliss.
A gift bestowed only upon the lucky,
Which I must not be,
Because I am not.
I can see through everything.
I can see through all the facades,
I can see through the institutions,
I can see through them.
There are no fences or walls in the space I live,
The space between the darkest of darks,
And the lightest of enlightenments.
I carry with me
The strongest of envy,
Toward those who cannot see,
Toward those I wish I could be.





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