Do your hear them?

The familiar cawing of ravens?

Don’t let them entice you.

They mean to break you down.

 

Break that mold from which you were poured.

You have no business consorting with their reality.

They can only imagine what can be brought to conception,

And only conceive what they can see.

 

Listen not to the shrill catcalls of their reality,

But to the ethereality of your own heart.

Follow the compass of intuition,

The map of the soul.

 

By Joshua P. Shaw

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