Iterative Awakening

There are layers of me still sleeping,
Weeping for fear of being exposed.
This iterative awakening sucks,
Fucks me up the further I go.
What happens if this continues,
No sinew left unsinged?
Or suppose that question is switched.
Which leaves me more unhinged?

 

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Benny Bowden

Designer with strengths in digital product design, UI/UX design, branding, and marketing. Forever balancing a high attention to detail with an intentional focus on the goals of a project.

Always learning to listen; to the customer, the market, my mentors, and the subject matter experts I'm lucky enough to encounter each day.

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