body fluid prose
what happened to all my beliefs? Where did they all run off to?

Whatever happened to transformation.

Do I wait expecting something to change me instead of changing myself.

Do I wait to be a work of coincedence? Like the face of Lenin in the condensation of a shower curtain.

Or do I take charge and go forth?

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