Beetlejuice Xmas

The eclectics of my possessions…

These archaic remnants from past esoteric life.

How these things shaped my world, my family, what was once my home.

Now these things shape another,

Create new homes for others.

Who indulges in tradition?

Not I.

Life’s poetics shape my condition,

as I look within and see renewed position.

I’m my own rendition

releasing rampant inhibition.

Downsize to simplicity,

Upgrade flow in synchronicity.

Meaning escapes most who mean something.

Meaning substantiates most who are something.

Inner world’s a tired child torn a part,

Sighing through liquid crystals.

 

 

 

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