the new, despite having ceased to exist prior to this moment, overwhelms all. now a new end. a preoccupation to heal all else, giving order and truth.
the initial goal forgotten, existing only as intended footprints.
navigational maps imparted to redirect, recalculate the wrong turn and restore to original path. yet doubt of success or truth established in earlier objective in turn allows for my recalculation.
must original plan trump the unforeseen revelation?
are not plans designed to be infringed?
the old has been examined in excess and is no longer comprised of appeal. instead it reeks of repetition.
establish a life free of echoes, but abounding in lure.
be open to change, embrace the unexpected.
~blindfold and spin me towards life~
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