Aware, struggling to believe we are rolling by upon the uneven plain we seem alright but time is getting on, we are older the once bright flower dulls and dries, all that is new is pushing us, grading us, sorting us, our skins fade with pollutants, friends that were never that, move on, it comes out as, I don’t know you. A form of ignorance at best pushed into margins with no side roads rights of passage declared, null in the void as others now chase you.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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