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Creativity Nomad

my spirit once grounded now flies and flickers about
scattered in blind circles,
an unwritten play without benefit of storyboard, script or plot,
each day the cage door opens
pushed by wounded
wings;
homeless,
I am creativities nomad.

About The "SoKey" Experience

Each morning I wake I pour myself into a goblet, slowly inhaling the scent of my own faults, swirling them around the glass, allowing them to breath, then I sip, allowing my own inconsistencies to soak my tongue before swallowing. If I am tipsy from my own frailties - I'm less likely to become drunk on yours. -SoKey (introspection)

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