past lives

A divided inside added vice,
Subtracted tact from owned advice.

Multiplied tears congealed to ice.
Convinced a heart did not suffice.

Stalked the mind, chastised for old times.
Blinded eyes, accused of false crimes.

Born on Baseline, born again for the climb.
Strengthened intuition in a wartime.

Studied institutions like Émile Durkheim.
Stopped all pollution to strive for sublime.

To find silver linings of this lifetime
A gifting of signs to craft one’s design,

Shifting paradigms to the paradise
Rolling snake eyes with every pair of dice.

Training the third eye until it’s realized:
Fear is just wisdom in a disguise.

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