autonomy spent
soiled with each passing year
squash my mortal seed
with mortar and pestle zeal
add mystery berry squeeze
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A Scroll Threw Life 
Great imagery, Peter.
Thank you kindly. Just a few ingredients to my stream of consciousness recipe. Of course I had to keep a few hidden behind that imagery 🙂