Heading whichever direction takes my hand first
Led by archaic artefacts
The compass and its rose, rendered ineffectual
Following predetermined paths
With hardly an opportunity to undo or redo
Regret tracing lines of the map
The age of discovery, now ancient history
Derivative as we adapt
Photo by Nathan DeFiesta on Unsplash
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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