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First week back in the office chair ongoing and it feels right, finally I feel right in choice, in tune, in right direction, wherever that is it’s right by vibe it’s somewhere good, and it’s been long a long time going since being on this feeling, on a road since a’ feeling at home, upfront. My home. I’m here. In the opposite direction of Dylan’s Rolling Stone. Where I was back then  on’a chasing a home a’ free and unknown from the violet_red couch in the south of the hallway ‘abandoned school couch where Dylan’s song first played on and on it went. But that was then and now i’m here. Still a complete unknown, in a temporary home, and my shoes are still dirty  covered in wet sand  reflection of falls and steps off ground  off lane, but now I see at least I feel my feet on lane land on’a visible line of rope to climb above rocks and hills on’a endless road of height for all that is known  through raging storms and raindrops fall falling in growth rise above   through the sky the sky ball surface topped yet the hill  points up and you climb keeps on climbing feel the sun light bright white strike a swap of air change of gear  as the sun is reached in spin n waves heat waving you further within the field source  of peeling the skin’s transforming a’new begin in’a cleaning dust n dirt from boots on feet both feet cause they’re still on a’go up in height to the top it goes on’ a mission a known road ongoing. Tell me how does it feel. How does it feel, he asked in a rhythm a song world known. And that’s about it, my feeling should be stated somewhere above, somewhere between the storm n sky surface where the sunlight was shown. I’m swaying bending pretending too  being hooked on rhymes still linking words on free mind,  on screen or in sinn words on spins free play and the sentence unknown til it ends til a new one is on cause i’m off on silent mode and the words in writing are off author to prove it truth but it’s true if truth’s to be told that words written down comes from previous thoughts true or false blues or own tune  free in choice of song  radio ruler or in mind lockdown in a auto groove fleeting. truly let’s speak in true notes cause we are  choices logically reflecting on the forming of choices  made from daylights hour til night takes over and yOu you magnificent maker creator artist of life as we know it we know right as the ruler of planet that we the human man of land designers re-designed the map of earth from nature til Now first made in mind by spinning a thought  fundamentally out of love or intentionally forced to destroy    yes you you are put in the planet of Earth and sea without horizons to build as tall as mindful reach in drawing shapely reforming   in making a making created in a pack of thought backed by choosing a choice of action made as first in bright hour play awakening  pricing landmarks to own borders my land yours  made in mind one mind maybe more created the lands  the roads buildings the low the tall and tons of torn n towns n homes every bricks made to build from a thought that’s out thrown  from a tune in sinn a vinyl in spin til a radio station blowing waves in high motion  and the list goes on and on and unlike man’s timeline it goes on so lets cut it here —— — and get straight to the point  which goes back to a simple single thought  which is just a thought in a space to clock where time goes on  or it’s a tool of creation  you chose  your truth  in 3D or 2  in thinking a thought on screen black or white  as a magic pencil with unlimited lines  in a paint of dreaming brush on a painting re-making  design of free will heart beats on perform and the colors on roll to shapes n forms  visible for eye ball yes you see it and you feel it and you feel its real life screening   power of thoughts, point be told true or foolish  mode autopilot or eye balls opened captain onboard  slave or ruler  awaiting or do-er  already written down cause every thoughts are present in past  past all you’ve been told all that man thought to build and into the time ahead the future that’s being build and made now in the screen black or white the display  chose it rough wildest tune put on some love n’ create it pure  in truth soul unfold into a fool of tool forgotten rule out ruling   a thought in love or a thought to destroy    yes you you are put in the making  first bright hour choice      aware control in tune with  truth is  the sun is not reached but   .  Slowing down. A long time going since being on the run, Since my tower fell down