(From before I went to Mongolia)
My mind and body don't work together.
Cooperation has never been my forte.
I am individualistic.
Hypnotic hills of the ancient horse land,
I beg you to expel your knowledge and secretes.
Push me into the gleaming love
Given in abundant proportions.
The truth is out there, and I attempt to find it by being thrown into the wolfs.
(Wouldn't it suck if the sublime I am so desperately looking for is behind the sofa?)
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