I
fly a scalp of oils where garments glow of pearl white to
sing
of a tale shadowed in struggles. I was such a young
feature
to drill concrete and touch soil to plant a personality.
Forces
grew through agitation ever plagued by an overseer
where
thoughts are spoken. It’s an Us through a garden
to
mold for image a creature melded in our features. There’s
too
an ego affected with mania where a primitive Id
surfaces
with irritation. What’s said of a superego to blend
with
an overseer in an attempt to reap the harvest of a
personality?
This feature explained as ba a sleigh of
characteristics
embodied within the tombs of ka where we
are
with need to speak of both a masculine and feminine
force.
What for such activity?—a vest of temperaments, a
system
of wrestling where we ask, “Why a need to channel
in
and out?” More important: Why not blend as one, as
opposed
to a color wheel? Some answers remain hidden; but
one
uttered for mania and channeled for ego. Something
simmers
for enquiry a world featured in up to ten
dimensions
where a feminine entity has morphed into a
seductress.
I’m less for words and more for words where
experience
is prized as eternal. We wrestle to probe an
observation
grounded in a psyche where behavior is then
defined.
How many have we met embodied in one person?
We
gave utterance to the following: “There’s something
different
about you today”; where said enchant sparkled a
tendency absent of
clarity and/or definition.
