the heart of the head


Trying to review the course your own life has taken 
in a sense becomes successively more challenging 
with each subsequent stage. There's an eloquence 
in knowing how much you've lost since coming of age. 
There may be a degree of a languorous, delayed maturation.
All in good time for the echelons to arrive and line up 
in a circular face off.  Like magnets assembled along 
a predetermined and superconductive line
 It's difficult to tell when they'll awake from 
their super held spell about which state was real 
 and which counter dominion reflected the dream 
still held perfectly still inside the heart of the head

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