Monday, December 30, 2019

Where Values are Feasible: It Requires Mirroring Souls


We cater to soil we exhaust our morals so complete in the fairest creature.

It was days hearts flew so renewed in burgundies so casual it was perfect; our befriended chateau our benighted undergrowth or courage to sprout once again; to cherish to conflict to converse at turnpikes; such incandescence such roaring fires our passion our sentiments our patience; these elements by sensitivity those flowers unborn or souls desired disastrously.

Let’s imagine our craving something in essence too devoted to sense turmoil; so inclined to die first, if but to hush weather, where titillation becomes permanent; but not our eyes but not our bodies rather some principle felt prior to its explosion.

While watering our ethics we inclined to hypothesize insomuch as to unknit human instinct; our beautiful skies our terrible-fantastic as never such compassion in an animal; this monster-battle those leviathan beliefs or such undertones we rebuke indifference.

Our carefree stubbornness our rectangular proclivities as answered in everything censors us!

Such otherness by privilege in a mind ignoring its rain while this must accrue anomalies.

The pond ripples our minds rivet our song is wistful; those fairytales we compose or more longing flames where Adored repurchases those first few kisses; those laudable souls as abandoned to right-actions where but a fraction become internal solace; at haste that rush or mornings sunken low at a brain funeral; wainscot frustration or surreal occasion to value something seated in stillness; to imagine if pain matters or to imagine an open acceptability or to wonder about this need for monopoly; as never to contend it but rather to examine it, especially, in this beastly environment.

We want so much where our ancestors dealt with such silence while something is undiscovered.

Pure raging bodies such deep moving sulfur at lava emotionality; so captured while wending those rethought tunnels or found in something unconventional; but to have as one’s essence to envelope as one’s completion in such a passion becoming unsteady.

We must confess a given truth where if plural one is inclined to withdraw—or to work harder.

We have lost something in this war of daisies thereinto such sweet aspirations.     

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