Intricacies of the brain, of what it is
to be a human being being here, alive.
And with that knowledge, the burden
the weight of the world bearing down
unto the partial minds of many, the frail
bodies of the lowest of low, that
which torments them into such beauty
of breaking conventions, elusive patterns,
complex seeming disorganization.
Becoming the quest to understand
to discover oneself the process
of coming to know, of coming to be,
that which accounts for mistakes,
the medicine of the music,
put in the form of these notes
to Red Herrings and cul-de-sacs
a labyrinth of storytelling prosper
With smooth walls and sharp
turns, broad corridors and gaps.
Looming above all else, improvisation,
No two identical ways in
No two identical ways out.
Perhaps.
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