Of Time and Vanity

Well Well, Well....
You-who reads me- I divulge you
DO NOT expect to find any aesthetic tricks  
DO NOT expect to find any rules of writing here
For I do that enough on my daily oomph
 
For this is me Freed
 
Spirals  
  ‘””
“””   T
   “””                                                      T
 “””         T
      F  L   I   G    H     T
Run    
                                                   Flight
 
           Lift off                        Flight  
 
                              Flight
                                  
 
 
 
 The little being with his peacock chest
Had enough audacity and cockiness to say:
 
“The difference is You were raised as an artist”
 
Internally I heard a Nefarious Deafening Voice howl the following:
 
“I was raised as an Anal Crackeware Doll you Little Shit”
 
But since the Abominable Vociferation was right..
 
I just tilted my unanimously estimated pretty head and smiled ..Vacantly
 
                                     Decades . .  
 
KCAB
 
In front of a mirror I sit
Ruminating the young female looking humanoid  
This stranger's gaze scares the SHIT out of me…
 
So much so I Tilt my head back  
Can’t stand looking at so near-at -hand  
Feels palpitant…
 
The sweet familiar predecessor behind me discloses
 “Don’t ever feel scared; you are beautiful. Just like I always imagined”
Heeeere we gooo agaaaiin… The Nefarious voice screams:
 
“HOW DOES BEAUTY DEFEATS FEAR?”
 
This time I just stared at the predecessor and lastly; at the humanoid looking female  
 Her big watery eyes confirming what I came to realize Decades after
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          The Abominable Voice was right...